Disclaimer: there's a very good reason why I don't own Death Note and Photobucket. I suspect one doesn't have to look very hard.

A/N: why hello there my perverted readers ;)

Just proves that porn gets more attention, SO here's a continuation of the last chapter. First, I'd like to confess that I was half awake and barely thinking when I started Jargon, but I won't change it because it's reeled in 6 reviews so far. This gladdens me.

But my Matt is a straight boy (not that it makes a difference here). I wanted to get that out before anyone gets shocked. Why did I do this? Because he doesn't strike me as a homosexual. He reminds me more of those creepy geeks who like to stare at woman's cleavage.

So moving on:

ThAnK yOu: Twisted Pancakes, Aiyori-chan, xxbeyondxbirthdayxx, Possessed4evr, ParaPara, ZomgKelly ! This is for you guys, my perverted heroes :D


F.U.C.K.

For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge

(look it up, please don't get the wrong idea)

"Mel! I'm not fucking gay!" he screamed frantically, "Stop!"

Che, like he cared. He was tired of fooling around, and sitting on his bike for three hours in traffic made him impatient. When Matt was playing chief in the kitchen, he took it upon himself to look through some of the icons too, and one section in particular caught his attention. Sexy icons. Among the half naked whores posing in tiny boxes and animated men that looked like women themselves, there were some that had him thinking. "If you're going to ride my ass at least pull my hair!" Well don't mind if I do.

Mello tried to take it slowly and carefully when he finally cornered Matt earlier that night, and the kid was acting like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't grope his ass at random times during the day for no reason, and Matt wasn't stupid enough to pretend not to notice. They were a good team, and Mello didn't have time to hire someone to screw. In any case, his partner was within reach, he didn't care about gender and it'd be hilarious to fuck with his mind because Mello already knew his sexual preference. Matt was predominantly straight…but that could change.

A dangerous smirk left the poor kid breathless. He…he wouldn't. "Alright, hold on…." He swallowed shakily and tried to avoid Mello's hard gaze as he pinned him to bed, "How about this; why don't we go out? Like somewhere the both of us can have some fun? I can make some fake ID's so-"

"No." Mello leaned down so that their noses were barely touching, and his grip on Matt's forearms tightened, "We'll have plenty of fun here. Think of it as…punishment. For blowing up that computer, playing PSP games while you're supposed to be watching surveillance tapes, and…" he roughly shifted their bodies and pushed Matt onto his stomach before he could react, "For ignoring me."

Oh shit. This was bad.

Matt knew this was going to happen sooner or later, but never prepared himself for it. It was kind of his fault in that respect, but how the hell was he supposed to know that fucking icons were going to set this guy off? As it turns out, that just goes to show how long Mello was waiting.

When he thought about that Matt felt a little guilty, but then Mello pressed his entire body against his back and rubbed his thigh…and he didn't anymore. This was way beyond the occasional ass grabbing and pecks on the cheek.

"Mel!" he hissed angrily, "This isn't funny!"

"It's not supposed to be."

His hold on Matt's wrists were like iron, and despite all the yelling and struggling, Mello was very patient. He knew the boy was going to give up eventually, and when he did, he was going to make sure it was worth every second of the night.

"Ok look," he said desperately, "I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry for being a selfish careless slob, ok? Just-" he choked for a moment, "Just don't do it, man. C'mon, we're friends right?"

Mello sighed heavily, and Matt felt it on his neck, "It's like you're under the impression that I'm going to rape you, Matt." He slid his hand up his thigh and caressed his hip before slipping it into his pants and held it there. The boy squeaked. "I'm not going to do anything like that. I plan on having sex with you, and you're going to like it."

From the moment Mello tackled him and rendered him immobile, Matt was doomed. There wasn't anything he could do about it, but hell if he was going to take it lying down. This isn't like making him cook dinner, or forcing him to do the chores, this was his ass on the line. "M-Mello, alright…ok fine." He said quietly, "I-I'll do it. Just- just be gentle ok?"

He didn't move. Mello didn't expect him to give in this soon, but he needed release and if Matt was more or less ready then that's fine by him. He let go of his wrists and Matt cautiously turned himself around. Mello was on his side, pressed against him, and the boy stared at the ceiling until a hand smoothed up his cheek and pulled it toward its owner. This was really weird. Although he was third in ranking in Wammy's, he didn't see much of Near or Mello. Those two were always in their own little world, and now here he was, getting sexually harassed and molested by the infamous Mello.

Matt didn't realize that he was trembling until Mello pressed his lips against his, and he visibly stiffened. He forced his tongue into the others mouth and held his head in place with a hand pressed against the back of Matt's head. The kiss was not gentle; Mello grinded his hips into Matt's and made sure he couldn't breathe regularly and had to gasp for air. He nibbled and sucked and groped until the boy was moaning and panting.

He didn't stop, and only paused to throw off pieces of clothing and went right back to the business at hand. He rubbed Matt's stiff nipples with his thumbs and Matt arched his back in spite of himself, then Mello shoved his knee at his crotch. At this, Matt grunted in shock, and began trembling again when Mello moved his knee side to side, pressed firmly against something he has yet to show anyone else. The both of them still wore their underwear, and Matt began panicking again when Mello shamelessly let his hardening manhood ghost along his leg.

"Hmmmph!"

He detached his face from Matt's and licked off the excess saliva on the boy's lips. "Hush."

Lifting the pair of them into a kneeling position on the bed, Mello dug under his plaid boxers to grab his ass cheeks, and Matt cried out when his senior's member greeted his own almost violently when he moved his hips forward.

"Fuck, Mel," he panted.

"Shhh, in time." he assured back.

That wasn't what he meant. Bastard.

Matt nervously began kissing him back and moved to the edge of the bed. He glanced up at Mello, who was bearing down on him powerfully, and awkwardly kneeled on the floor facing him. He reached up and tugged at the other's boxer shorts and Mello got the message to sit down on the bed. Before he knew it, Matt had a bare naked man in front of him and he inelegantly reached out his hand to touch him, but missed. Mello smiled inwardly and guided him to where it intended to go, and Matt wrapped his fingers around his senior's sensitive anatomy. He moved his hands along the length until it was fully extended, and looked up when he heard Mello breathing a little heavier than usual.

"Suck." he said huskily.

He gulped and looked back down to what he was doing. This is nothing like a fucking lollipop.

Matt moved closer to him and hesitantly gave the head a lick. That wasn't so bad…just a little salty. He gave another lick as he pumped the bottom half, and opened his mouth to engulf Mello. There was no way he could get pass even a third of the length, and made do with that. He moved his head back and forth, wet slippery sounds emitting from what he was doing. Mello breathed heavily and ran his fingers through the soft hair moving in and out between his legs, deciding not long after that he wasn't going fast enough.

Like before, he held the back of Matt's head and this time, roughly thrust his hips into his mouth. The boy choked and gagged, but Mello continued to shove his penis down his throat. Matt's hands gripped the man's knees and he squeezed his eyes shut as Mello humped his mouth. It was agonizing, mentally.

He could feel precum dripping down his throat, and struggled against the hand that held him in place. Mello paused in his lust driven cruelty, and Matt instantly broke free.

"Ah," he breathed, when the organ slipped out of his mouth, spit running down his chin. Matt didn't even look at Mello before he scrambled to his feet and clumsily ran out the room.

He reached the bathroom and slammed the door shut, quickly pushing the lock into gear. Tears were running down his face as he slid to the floor, breathing heavily. "Fucking bastard," he wheezed, "What the fuck- shit," he pounded his face with the bottom of his palms and pulled his hair. What was he supposed to do now? Stay here until that thing goes away?

He planned on running away at the opportune moment the minute he agreed to go along with him, but he didn't know how far they were going to go. Matt was determined not to get something shoved up his butt, and he kept that thought close to him. But during the passionate make out session, his resolve was slowly dwindling away and he thought that maybe, maybe, it'd be okay with Mello.

No fucking way. Not after that fellatio.


A/N: Matt does not like his face getting shoved into a penis, no. I plan on finishing this, not only because I'm trying to relieve my writers block for SOTR, but I've never written anything smutty in my life. This is my first time too Matt…I sorry :(

So how was it? I know it's kind of choppy and graceless, but I'd like to know what others think of it.

Thank you for reading, and please review

-Zak