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Co-authorised by ViVi222

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Warning: Yaoi (Kinda) ahead


"You said please don't wake up, which is what I woke up to. I didn't know what you were doing...I had just woken up myself." Mello confessed, blushing slightly. "Don't worry about it, you don't have to explaine anything." He smiled reassuringly.
Mello stared back into Matt's deep blue eyes, then almost squeeled when the boy unexpectedly mashed his lips against his own, grabbing him tightly.
Matt was above him, and Mello was in a state of shock. "M-matt? Not that I'm complaining, but what, I mean, are you, shit am I in an alternate universe or something?" He whispered, wrapping his own arms around the boy on top of him.

Raising an eyebrow in reply, he tilted Mello's head back, giving him the access to his mouth that he so desperately craved. Exploring the inside of his mouth, he tugged at the hem of Mello's shirt as if it come off by magic. Remembering that it has to go off over your head, it was soon discarded into a heap on the floor.

Moving his mouth to Mello's neck, he gently bit the delicate skin before tracing the natural line down the throat to the crevice where his shoulders met his neck.
"You never did tell me how you learned...though I've never known you so submissive. You might just tell me." He grinned, using his hand to slowly inch up the inside of his thighs.

Mello was shocked when Matt pulled his shirt off over his head. When did Matt become so forward?
Mello moaned, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to keep in the noise as Matt worked at his neck. His eyes fluttering closed, breath coming in a gasp as he reached that sensitive spot at the crook of his neck.
Mello looked at Matt as he pulled back, asking again how he knew how to do what he did. "Do you really want to know? Maybe I watched to much yaoi?" Mello smirked, reaching to tug a Matt's shirt, but not wanting to stop the accent of Matt's hands up his thighs. "This needs to come off."

"No way in hell. You've already gotten the better of me once, now it's my turn." He grinned, savouring the sounds that Mello was trying so hard to smother. Grazing his hands over the front of his pants, he took the blondes mouth back onto his own. Sliding his hand underneath the cotton, toying with the waistband of his boxers.
"I knew you did. You're not very good at erasing the history on the computer. Well you are...but it's not completely undo able you know."

Mello made a whine in protest at Matt not taking his shirt off, which was quickly silenced by Matt's mouth on his own again.
"Not with you around it's not, anybody else and I would of been fine." He swallowed, responding in a breathy voice, glad Matt believed the yaoi thing. It was true, for the most part. He let out a shaky breath, unconciously arching his hips upwards to meet the other boys hand. He balled his hands up in the back of Matt's shirt, "God Matt, stop teasing me, it's not nice." He whispered, licking his lips.

"On the contrary. It's so much fun." He grinned, biting the top of Mello's ear. "However...I might just make you beg. It is something I would so love to hear." He removed his hand from the inside of Mello's pants, Mello's whine of despair almost like music to his ears.
"Your choice Mells."

"You're a bastard, you know that?" Mello whined, moving to ball his hands into fists in the sheets. His face smoothed over, then he smirked. "What if I make you beg instead?" He said slyly, grabbing Matt's face, kissing the other boy.
He ran his hand down Matt's stomach to the front of his pants, then moved his mouth to his ear, "Please?" He whispered. Mello pulled back, kissing Matt gently this time, "Please don't stop Mattie."

"You know I would drop to my knees and tell you anything you wanted to hear. But there is no way in hell I'm begging today." He moved his mouth back to Mello's neck, biting gently. Lightly sucking the wound, he grinned as a pale bruise formed. "Mine now." He murmured, tracing the outline of it. "Wonder what Linda will say when she sees that."
Hooking his fingers around the top of Mello's pants he soon discarded them into the growing heap of clothing.

Mello gasped as Matt bit into his neck, making a helpless noise as he sucked on the spot. "Not fair, I have nothing to prove you're mine." He complained in a breathy voice. "You know I was thinking about what Linda would say if she knew we were actually doing this a few minutes ago." Mello laughed, shuddering slightly under Matt's light touch on his neck.
Mello blushed furiously as his pants were removed, especially since Matt remained fully clothed. He unconciously moved his knee up, trying to cover himself. Mello tugged Matt's shirt again lightly, "You really aren't being fair, bastard."

"You weren't fair yesterday." He replied simply, removing Mello's finger from his shirt. "More to the point, you're always unfair to me. Shall we call this mild payback?" He grinned, pushing Mello's knee down, running his fingers along his inner thighs. "Or just rape?" He asked playfully, tugging down the ebony boxers.

"We were in an alley, drunk, yesterday, neither of us got naked. I just pulled your pants down to keep them cl-lean..." He studdered over the last word as Matt stroaked his inner thigh. "And I am not always unfair! I'm more fair to you then I am to anyone el.." His rant was cut off by Matt's hand again. "Oh God." Mello breathed out, head falling back.
Mello felt Matt tug down his boxers and began to blush again, yet lifted his hips to help Matt slip them off. Mello reached up, grabbing Matt's face, bringing it to his own. He smashed his lips against the other boys, thrusting his tongue deep inside Matt's mouth, balling one hand in Matt's hair, cupping his chin with the other hand. After a few moments of intense kissing, Mello pulled back, "I think I'd be okay if you raped me." He said in a husky whisper. "Of course you can't rape the willing, and I'm definatly willing."

"Don't bullshit me Mello. You know as well as I do that you were unfair." He whispered, sliding his hand down his stomach, wrapping his hand around him. He smiled as Mello raised his hips towards the touch, the soft moan that came from the blonde only pushing him on. "After all, we got class in...seven minutes. Seven minutes I could happily spend working you up and not letting you finish...sounds like a plan." He grinned, moving downwards and taking him into his mouth.

Mello's breath caught in his throat, hands convulsing around the sheets. "A-ah, oh God Matt!" Mello gasped as Matt's head moved up and down on him. Mello's head fell back, hand moving to tangle in red hair. "Matt, I don't think I'm going to last very long..." He said inbetween ragged breaths, "You've teased me to much tonight...and I've wanted this for so long...and I've been turned on so bad since last night..." He gasped, moaning as Matt worked him harder. "God Matt, I love you, I never know what to expect with you..." Mello said in almost a whimper, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep from crying out to loudly. I'm really not going to last long at all...

Pulling away, much to Mello's whine of disapproval, he grinned
"Time for class, Rogers already going to whoop our asses for being late home yesterday. He knows everything anyway." Tapping Mello's nose, he reached down to pick the clothes up off the floor. "I said I wouldn't let you finish. And it's been six minutes. One minute to get changed and get your ass down to calculus. I'll meet you there." Stretching, he walked out the room before he could get pulled down and forced to finish what he'd started.

"Fucking bastard, just you wait till later..." Mello muttered, walking into the bathroom with his arms full of clothing. He couldn't go to class like this...