Hey guys! Thanks so much for your reviews! I really appreciate it. I'm sorry this chapter is so late, I've been getting a little writer's block and this chapter is a little choppy because I ended up writing like a paragraph once a week or something.
WARNING. This chapter has Mello x Matt smexes. Okay, you're probably wondering why I'm telling you that. So I've asked a lot of girls who like MxM which one they prefer... I have yet to meet a girl who prefers Mello x Matt. Having said that, I'm sure a few people who read this probably like Matt x Mello. I'm really sorry if you don't like seme Mello but that's the whole story. D; Just yell at me and read a better fanfiction!
Also, I'm not used to writing much sexy scenes, so if this sounds a little strange, all critiques are greatly appreciated! :D
Mello's POV
Leanne sucked cock like she was born with one in her fucking mouth. She made me come in no greater than five measly minutes. I almost felt bad about what I was going to do next.
As she was lifting her head from my now flaccid member, I pulled out my gun and lazily pressed it to her temple. She froze, half sitting up, half leaning over my lap.
"Hold still, I'm a cop. You're under arrest... blah blah..." I droned monotonously, having done this many times before.
Leanne hissed, and I chuckled, grabbing her crimson hair with my free hand and dragging her head back. I shoved her back to her seat and swiftly locked the car before she could open the door and escape.
"Keep quiet. Not a peep. I'm gonna drop you off at the station. Try anything funny," I nudged her with the barrel of my gun, "And you'll find a bullet lodged in your fucking brain."
"Fine," She snarled, staring straight out the window and holding herself as still as a board.
I smirked and after lacing up my pants, drove all the way to the police station one-handed.
Matt's POV
I was incredibly thankful that my client had a smoke hotel room. While she went to go take a shower, I lit up my cigarette. I puffed on the filter and let the smoke slowly curl out of my mouth. When I got extremely bored, I would often let the smoke drift out of my nostrils, so I could pretend I was a dragon or something. I play too many damn video games... Don't judge me.
I was resting, now fully clothed, on the only bed in the hotel room waiting for my customer. Usually, I would just get up and leave as soon as it was over, but my client told me to wait for her and she would drive me back, which was pretty cool of her, because now I wouldn't have to waste my hard earned money on a cab.
The room she was staying in was pretty nice. Apart from the underlying smell of smoke that other people left behind, it was a decent little place. The wall paper was a soft mind-numbing yellow with intricate red and gold designs weaving along it. The king-sized bed was a deep red and gold, with two fluffy pillows and a convenient padded headboard.
Almost right when my first cigarette burned out, my cell phone buzzed violently in my pocket. There were only two people who could get a hold of my work cell, Leanne and my manager, Zack. I took a swift peek at the caller I.D. and pressed the touch screen, indicating the phone to answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Matt," Zack said, his usually calm voice sounded urgent and rough, "Where the fuck you at?"
"I'm with a fucking client," I snapped, "What's wrong?"
"How long you been with that client?"
"I dunno. It's almost been two hours. She's going to take me back, don't worry." I was a bit confused; Zack usually doesn't get this worked up.
"That girl you share your corner with-"
"Leanne?"
"Yeah, lemme finish. Anyways, you know where she is?"
What's he getting at? "Last time I saw her she was at our usual corner, Orchid and 9th."
"Where is she now?" He demanded.
"I don't know. What's going on?"
"Okay, well, her man Casey be getting on my ass, wondering where the fuck Leanne is. She's not answering her damn cell phone, it's goin' straight to voicemail. Dude be tellin' me that it's 'not normal'."
I think Zack is the blackest dude I have ever met. And he's white, "She's probably just with a client." I had no concern over what Leanne was doing. She was a responsible woman who could take care of herself. Fuck, the old lady carried a gun in her purse.
"Hold up. Casey wanna talk to you."
Fuck.
"Matt?" A deep bass rumbled in my ears. You could practically see the massive 6'5 black man looming over my tiny manager, "Did you see Leanne this evenin'?"
I sighed. I hated talking to or being around Casey. He was an ignorant, pig-fucking douche bag who mistreated all of his girls and acted like his size made him a king or something. It didn't. Just because he was a giant, didn't mean his brain was too. I hated him and wanted him dead. Nevertheless, "Yeah, I did."
My client came waddling out of the shower wrapped up in a fluffy green bathrobe, she saw me on the phone and smiled. She picked her way over to her suitcase and started choosing clothes.
"Well, what was she doin'?"
"Uhh, standing at her fucking corner? Listen, man, a client came to pick me up at seven, Leanne arrived at her post like thirty minutes before, so I was only with her a bit. I don't babysit Leanne."
"AYY, you ain't gotta get no fuckin' attitude with me, you little slut," I could feel the anger vibrating out of his lips and into my speakers, "All I'm trynna do, is find Leanne. She ain't answerin' her fuckin' phone and I figured you might know somethin'."
I held back a laugh, "Well I don't. Bye," I hung up and beamed at my client.
She blushed and asked, "You ready to go?"
"Mhm," I stood up and we left.
Mello's POV
I arrived at the station with Leanne flailing behind me, using her long frizzy hair as a convenient handle. I got some funny looks from the cops on duty as I stepped in with the skank in tow.
"Who goes hooker hunting anymore?" A familiar officer, Gerald Jackson, simpered. He had smug expression on his round, pudgy face.
"Shut the fuck up, Jackson," I heaved the woman onto the floor and snatched up her purse, tossing it on the counter, "N just wanted me out, so he sent me down to this wonderful side of town."
Jackson frowned, "Ahh. Yeah, man, uptown is drowning in snobby rich people who think their I.Q. is actually worth something."
"Yes! And lucky, lucky moronic imbeciles get to play Police Officer down here in the ghetto," I spun on my leather heel and stalked out of the station, leaving Jackson to fume by himself. Let him, I hated the bastard.
I climbed into my car and decided to go back to where I discovered Leanne, so I could work from where I began.
When I got back to Orchid and 9th, I noticed that there was already another hooker at the same exact corner where Leanne had been standing. Fucking really? These things were like flies; they never stopped coming. This one was a bit different than what I was used to. Rank and tasteless whores are what I usually get when I hunt, but this... creature was an entirely different story.
He was stunning, in every sense of the word. When I rolled down the window, beckoning him to come closer, I was even more dazzled by his appearance. Warm, smiling green eyes met mine as he bent down to greet me.
"Hi, handsome," His voice was just a seductive purr, thick and low. He flashed a white-toothed smile, "Looking for some fun?"
I snickered, "Mmm... maybe."
Behind those warm eyes, I could see the cockiness slither through those orbs like a snake. He was hot and he knew it. The bastard.
"Why don't you get in?" I leaned back in my seat and watched him cross his arms.
"Money?"
Wow. I wonder why all these hookers demand money immediately, "Can I get a freebie?"
He stepped back, gesturing at his body, "You think I'm fucking free?"
"Cocky one," I muttered, "Alright, how much do you charge?"
His voice turned robotic as he stated his prices, "Don't do oral. A good and sexy time for an hour is one-fifty. Every hour add fifty bucks. Do me and it's extra."
Extra, huh? "How much extra?"
He froze, all traces of arrogance leaking out of his eyes, "I..." He mumbled incoherently for a few moments before coming up with a price, "Like, six hundred."
He just made that up on the spot, "Okay. Get in," I challenged.
He laughed nervously, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip before nibbling on it, "I... uh..."
I reached over and opened the door for him, "Come on," I coaxed, fanning myself with six green bills.
He climbed in and I handed him his money. Apparently, he got his confidence back, because he ignored the seat belt, and leaned for the radio. I pulled off the curb and decided to drive to my nearby motel room about five minutes from here.
I knocked his hand away, "Not in the mood for music now, kid."
"Fine," He backed off, turning to gaze out the window.
"So, what's your name?" I spoke with genuine interest. He sort of seemed like an OK guy.
"Matt," He answered shortly.
"I'm Mello," I claimed, glancing at him.
He dared a peek at me, I could see him in my peripheral vision, see the little dip in his head as he appraised me. He made a little sound of approval in the back of is throat.
"So why are you dressed up as a cop, Matt?" I thought it seemed a bit ironic considering who he hopped in the car with.
"Dunno," His shoulders lifted and dropped.
"It's cute."
He clicked his teeth, probably in discomfort or anger or both. Either way, he wasn't happy with what I said.
I ignored him the rest of the car ride, not bothering to coax any more conversation out of him. It's a waste of time to beat a dead horse, and it would be a waste of time to try to talk to one too.
In about five minutes I pulled into a lowly-lit parking lot of a crappy little Motel in the middle of the downtown area. The little shit hole looked like it could have once been a cute place in the past, but the pink paint was faded and dirty. There was a place by the check-in lobby where there must have been a garden, but was now filled with dirt, gravel, and prickly brown weeds.
I had already checked in and led Matt to my room. I pulled out the key card to the door labeled 12 and shoved it inside those little slots above the door handle. I waited around for the little light to flash green, but no light came. I pulled out the card and pushed it in again.
Still no light. I tried a few more times, but to no avail, the door wouldn't let me in.
I hissed under my breath, hunched over the doorknob.
"Something wrong?" Matt asked, his tone was curiously indifferent.
"The door won't open," I nudged the door with the toe of my boot.
"Not my problem," He chuckled.
"It will be your problem when I get my 600 bucks back."
"No refunds," He snapped.
"You can say that to my gun," I answered sweetly.
"You could say it to mine."
I glanced over my shoulder to see him gripping his fake little police officer belt, staring down at me with a smirk playing over his lips. I straightened up to my full height so I could look him square in the eye. We were actually around the same height, give or take an inch.
His eyebrows did a quirky little dance behind his auburn bangs, provoking a staring contest.
Challenge accepted.
A person stepping out of their motel room broke our concentration, and we turned at the same time to see a small dark-skinned woman blink at us curiously before strutting to her car.
I turned back to him, "I didn't think whores had such personality," I said, referring to his over-confident behavior.
"Believe it or not, we're human," He retorted sarcastically, leaning closer to me.
My heart fluttered at his sudden closeness, peering into the depths of his warm green eyes. I thought he was going to kiss me, but felt disappointed and utterly foolish to learn that he was just reaching for my key card.
"How did you even get in here before?" He flipped the card over and pushed it in the little slot, opening the door.
"I didn't," I hadn't even bothered to get in the room.
The room was crappy. It smelled heavily of smoke. The wallpaper was yellowing and peeling, and there was a giant gross stain on every available surface. Matt winced and muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
I inhaled loudly, "Ahh. This makes me so horny."
Matt barked up a dry laugh, but said nothing.
I turned on him, a sweet smile on my lips, but the redhead had a blank expression. His normally deep emerald eyes now were empty and lifeless.
I frowned, "What?"
He shrugged, "Let's get this over with."
Wow, "Uh... okay," I muttered.
We stood in the center of the room in silence, our hands stiffly at our sides. Matt shifted his weight from one foot to the other, while I chewed on my bottom lip. Now, I'm not one for awkward silences, but this was absolutely suffocating. You could shoot a giant hole in this damn awkwardness.
"Well," I said, breaking the quietness, striding over to him, "Let's get this over with."
He was frigid and unresponsive as I trailed my hands down his torso and gripped his narrow hips. I kissed him roughly at first, but let myself relax, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction out of him. Within a minute or so, I eventually felt a hand entangle itself in my hair, and another hand resting on my cheek. A pair of dead lips came to life, and Matt was finally kissing back.
After a few moments of making out in the middle of the room, I pulled away to look at him. With a glossy little string of saliva still connecting us, I rested my forehead on his and stared at him, chuckling. He gazed back steadily, waiting for me to make the next move.
Challenge accepted.
Matt's POV
I don't like to brag, but I deserve a pat on the back for snagging a customer of this stature. He was smooth, sexy, apparently filthy rich, and a talented kisser. Did I mention he was sexy?
I was, and still am, a bit hesitant towards him, because of what was going to happen tonight. All of my previous customers are cheap losers and would rather spend money on crack than waste six-hundred bucks just to do me. So uh… yes, in a way, I'm a virgin.
Mello's teeth tugging on my tongue broke my train of thought and I let out a little mewl of delight. I twisted and fingered his silky golden tresses, latching myself onto him and refusing to let go. His hot wet tongue strongly tasted of rich delicious chocolate and worked wonders in my mouth.
I always thought that the whole 'fireworks exploding kiss' thing was a load of bullshit sold in crappy romance movies, but there were really no other words to describe how this experience felt. Mello was fucking hot and I was fucking speechless. Speechless, because it felt incredible, that and I couldn't speak because Mello was inhaling my tongue at the moment.
Mello broke away from our heated smooch only to push me onto the bed. If I wasn't so occupied I would have complained about the rock-hard mattress. Right now, there were other rock-hard things that I was more worried about.
There was a low chuckle from Mello's spot above as he let his jacket slump to the floor by his feet, followed by his boots, socks and then the brown quilted vest, revealing a muscular torso.
"What are you so smiley about?" Mello smirked, leaning over to nip at my collarbone.
I sighed dreamily and wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying the spine tingling sensations he was giving me.
Mello's warm breath tickling my ear was soft and airy. But as things got more heated, our breathing became slow, heavy and harmonious. I was enjoying all the attention right up until the last piece of clothing was shed. My boxers were tugged down and my erection bobbed free. Mello gazed down and weird look passed over his face. I stopped breathing.
His lips pressed together in a thin line as he stared hard at my southern region. What? What the hell was he staring at? Did my dick turn blue or something?
I was about to say something, but as I opened my mouth to speak Mello started howling with laughter.
I scowled, "What."
Mello, still laughing, swatted at me like I was a punching bag and then gripped me, "Nice. Very nice."
"What the fuck were you laughing at?"
"Cute dick, man," He chuckled, rubbing the sensitive flesh he was holding, causing me to squirm.
Oh. Now I knew what he was laughing at, because about ninety-percent of my clients got some amusement out of my dick too, "Fuck you," I said with venom.
He sighed lightly, slowly coming down from his laughing fit, "Sorry, Matt, I just don't see dudes with dick piercings anymore," He was still grinning.
"Yeah well, my boss told me to get it; my clients like it."
"I love it," He purred, lowering his head and gave a slow, long lick before devouring me.
My hands immediately flung to his head, twisting and yanking on his hair. I've been given head before, but nothing ever this passionate. Mello nearly swallowed me whole, humming and moaning as he did his thing. His tongue was more magical than ever as it swirled and poked the little silver ring at the tip of my cock. He seemed very interested in the piercing and took his time fondling it.
My breathing became loud and ragged, my heart hammered against my skull as I grit my teeth, "I'm gonna... I'm-"
Mello violently yanked his head away, smirking at my exasperated scream.
"Come on!" I whined, reaching down to finish the job myself.
"No," Mello grabbed my wrist and tossed it away.
Feeling utterly irritated and incomplete, I flopped hopelessly back on the stiff mattress.
Mello drew back and started to unlace his leather pants. Once he freed himself he searched his jacket pocket for something. He pulled out a condom and, grinning arrogantly, rolled it on his impressive… well…
He leaned forward and ran his hands along my naked chest, one hand traveled downward, and the other hand fondled my nipples, plucking and pinching the sensitive flesh there. Distracted by this touch, I didn't notice where the blonde's other hand had gone until I felt something poking where it didn't belong.
I gazed up at Mello to see him studying me, his eyes flickering over my face as he pushed his finger inside. I flinched, but not out of pain. Mello seemed to understand this and slipped in another finger. There was a slight pain with the second finger, but it faded almost instantaneously, and was replaced by an odd feeling. Mello gave no time for me to get used to this funny sensation, because he soon added the third finger.
I hissed as the pain seared and Mello snorted.
"I knew you were an ass virgin," At this, as if to prove his point, he stretched and wriggled his fingers, causing me to squirm in discomfort. Mello laughed.
"Just get it over with," I growled through my clenched teeth. This guy is such a bastard!
"Right," He chuckled.
The fingers slipped out suddenly, leaving behind a void-like sensation. That vacancy wasn't left open for long, because almost immediately, the fingers were violently replaced by something much larger.
Someone was screaming. It was a resonating, high-pitched sort of wail, and it was me. Mello let out a long guttural moan and clawed at my hips, trying to get a good hold of something.
"You're so tight," He growled, his once silky smooth voice was now husky and strident.
I too busy dealing with the sharp pain in my ass to answer, because Mello wasn't giving me any time to adjust. He jerkily rocked back and forth, unable to find any sort of rhythm, but as I started to loosen up, his uneven thrusts became a smooth, fluid roll of the hips.
The pain was slowly subsiding, and I found myself moving with him. My hips rose to meet his every thrust, and soon we found our own methodical pace.
Though as things neared the end, Mello went back to his original jerky beat and his growling moans had turned into amusingly girlish whines. His face was growing a soft pink and his hands squeezed tight on my waist. I could feel him nearing his climax as he seemed to swell from inside.
He abruptly stopped and his eyes fluttered closed. I stared at him, growing captivated as I watched his whole body turn rigid and as his brow furrowed. His whole body suddenly went limp and one of his arms buckled and he lost balance and toppled onto the bed beside me.
The whole fascination with Mello having an orgasm was soon forgotten as I remembered my own abandoned member. I stole a glance at Mello beside me, who was laying face-down on the mattress, and decided to take care my own business.
