ALRIGHTY! Well, this is late :) Because I spent.. four or five days up in Lancaster, visiting my Uni-bound older sister XD Exciting, ne? XD And y'know the Premier Inn? They didn't have freaking free WiFi. Premier my ass ¬¬ ... Anyway :3 Here I am, and here's an extra long chapter for you all :D To make up for the lack of one before.
I've been intending for a little while to give you all an insight into B and L's little lives, and now I've managed to do just that! So, this is sort of... Two chapters, merged together to form something that's hopefully quite interesting. :D Anyway, my apologies for it being late, I hope you all forgive me! :D
Disclaimer - Yeah, yeah, I don't own Death Note. But I've got all 12 volumes :3
Warnings - Bad language.. and a little bit of citrus-y content :D
Enjoy~!
After lunch – which wasn't very interesting at all – Mello set about cleaning up the plates we'd been eating off. And I set about watching him very carefully. Why? Well, it's really very simple. Mello is very tall. And his kitchen units are quite low down, more built for someone like me. Short. Therefore, he has to lean over to be able to comfortably do the dishes. And that means…
Mello's ass.
Ok, so sure. Said blond is meant to be the pervert, not me. But still! You take a look at – or even just imagine! – that guy in tight leather and tell me you don't want an excuse to stare.
Yeah. My point exactly.
Either way, I was far too focused on his butt to notice that he'd straightened up, obviously being able to feel eyes on him, and was currently staring directly at me. And since I hadn't noticed this, I just kept staring at his ass. Until he coughed. At which I point I jumped about a foot into the air, quickly leaping to my feet, face very, very close to matching my hair in colour.
And it ought to be a given that while I stood up, my eyes went straight from his ass to his face. Only Mello himself would keep staring at someone's ass at this point. Seriously, no-one else would keep staring if you caught them, I swear.
With one of his insanely sexy smirks on his face, the blond turning and heading right towards me. His footsteps were quiet across the floor, and I swear I was almost shaking in... Anticipation? Fear? Something like that. Either way, my sexy, leather-wearing boyfriend has a sadistic smile on his face, and is heading straight for me.
Wish me luck.
L sighed loudly, wishing he'd bothered to buy a dishwasher. Maybe then his perverted little uke wouldn't insist on staring, not even bothering to pretend he wasn't, as he leant over the sink, bright yellow rubber gloves hiding his hands from the scorching water as he hummed tunelessly. And as he hummed tunelessly, a small teenager with glowing red eyes watched him very, very closely.
The thing that probably annoyed the taller man most was probably that the few times he'd glanced over his shoulder to check B hadn't killed himself yet, the kid had been staring straight at his ass, eyes flickering up momentarily to meet L's before going back to his jean-clad behind, the smirk on his face widening every time L looked back.
The ruby-eyed teen was insanely good at annoying his lover, and actually pouted as L pulled the plug out of the sink to let it drain, removing his gloves and throwing them down.
"You can clean up next time, Beyond-kun," L told him, looking vaguely irate as he brushed past him, completely expecting the hand that grabbed hold of his back pocket to try and stop him.
"L~! That's not fair~!" he whined, tugging at his pocket in annoyance. "Make Near do it, he never does any chores!" He continued to complain loudly as L headed out of the room, B still attached tightly to his back pocket, currently in the process of almost pulling down his trousers.
"Near has schoolwork to do."
"And I have you to do!"
So, maybe it wasn't the greatest defence, but it got a slightly more interesting response out of his monotonous boyfriend, who promptly raised a slim eyebrow to question the most recent statement.
"Beyond-kun, we both know that you aren't doing anybody." His voice made it very clear that he didn't enjoy the idea that B was more dominant. Well, it wasn't true, after all... That said, B did make a huge effort to do things for L too, rather than just letting his seme do all the work.
But L wasn't the one being 'done', so as to speak. And that was that.
B sighed and rolled his eyes. "Look, you know what I mean. Just make sheepy-boy do his share and I'll leave him alone." Even though it wasn't said, L knew that B would probably only stop insulting and annoying his little brother for a few days. Because for whatever reason, those two just rubbed each other up the wrong way.
"Where is the albino brat, anyway?"
L rolled his eyes at the question, then shrugged, flopping down onto the sofa and curling himself up into his usual position, before B shoved his legs down so that he could sit on his lap, wriggling contentedly and earning himself another eye-roll from the older man.
"I think he went into town with some of his friends."
"What friends?"
"... Linda, I think."
B almost burst out laughing, biting down hard on his lip to stop himself, patting L's chest and shaking his head.
"So by friends, you mean creepy-stalker-girl?"
Yet another awkward pause followed, where B looked very, very close to pissing himself from the effort of not laughing hysterically at Near's misfortune. Or L being dumb enough to let the kid out with that freaky brunette.
"I suppose that is what I mean, yes."
And this time, the morbid chuckles weren't held back, B almost in tears as he tugged at L's shirt, practically rolling about, one hand clutching at his own side as he tried his very best not to get a stitch from the laughing fit. Which would probably have reduced young children to tears of their own if they'd been anywhere near him.
B's laughter wasn't light and innocent, after all. It was bloody close to terrifying.
By the time he'd stopped, L was looking more than a little bit miffed. He disliked it when B decided something was just so funny that he almost broke L's legs and back laughing on top of him. And he disliked it even more when said ruby-eyed teenager tore one of his white shirts during said laughing fit. And he disliked it even more when B decided he was insanely horny straight after.
I suppose it didn't come as much of a surprise when I found myself pinned rather forcefully to my chair, Mello's knee between my legs and his hands on my shoulders, forcing me to stay seated. I mean, it's not like I've got a huge problem with it... It's just that... Well, I'm worried that my parents are gonna suddenly bust down the door. Because at this point, I really, really wouldn't put it past them. That said, they might decide to give me some space, because Mello didn't exactly make it seem like he was gonna be welcoming into his home any time soon.
Well, fuck.
Mello, of course, doesn't seem to have considered any of these options; instead he seems to be rather occupied. Suck on my neck. Meaning, I'm gonna have one fuck of a hickey soon. It'll probably hurt to touch as well. Bloody fucking hell.
That said, it could be a whole lot worse. It could be fucking Near doing this.
Almost instantly after that thought, I shudder and shove rather violently at Mello. I get this horrible feeling I'm not gonna be able to shake that ridiculous... whatever it was, and I don't want to have my boyfriend touching me up while my thoughts are fixed on that weird albino brat.
Mello simply stares at me, looking confused and hurt by my rejection. At least, I assume that's what those emotions are. I'm not so great at that crap.
He slowly moves back towards me, his arms locking around my shoulders, immediately making me feel like shit for pushing him off. It's not my freaking fault that he's so damn irresistible, and that I'm an easily manipulated little bastard.
Sighing, I return the hug, arms around his slim waist, nuzzling lightly against his shoulder, and I can feel a warm hand in my hair, stroking gently through it before it gets caught in some tangles. At which point he moves back, raising an eyebrow at me, looking very much like he was about to burst out laughing.
"Matty, do you ever actually brush your hair? It's a mess, kid." He chuckles lightly, and I simply glare in response, pushing him off me again, but without the miserable glance from him this time, since he still seems to think it's all quite amusing, his fingers still stuck in my hair, much to my absolute annoyance.
So naturally, the next five or ten minutes is spent with me hopping around, tugging manically at his wrist while he's almost in hysterical laughter at my expense – does that happen a lot? I get this bad feeling it does – and his fingers get even more caught up. I was actually half expecting some douche bag to turn up at our door at this point, just ready to interrupt and then laugh at me as well. And that wouldn't have gone down so well.
Luckily, my panic ends relatively quickly, and without any unnecessary visitors becoming aware of my predicament. Which, considering how things usually turn out for me, is really pretty good. And Mello's fingers don't have to be surgically removed either, which rocks.
I mean, where would he be without his fingers? You can take that the wrong way if you really want to.
L found himself in a rather compromising situation; B balanced on his lap, hands halfway down the older male's pants, mouth working roughly against his bare shoulder, where numerous red marks were starting to appear, that would almost certainly bruise.
And it was at that exact moment that Near and his 'creepy-stalker-girl' friend walked into the house, straight into the room where the two black haired guys were pretty much molesting each other. Near mentally face-palmed and headed into the kitchen to get some milk, far more used to things like this happening than the fourteen-year-old ought to be. Linda, on the other hand, stared blankly at B, who stared blankly back, hands still firmly inside L's jeans.
Then, the brunette girl's face broke into a huge grin, and L winced, sensing the fangirling about to begin. B, on the other hand, simply made a low snarling sound, eyes narrowing as his expression became violent. Within seconds, the other teenager sprinted off quickly to join Near, leaving the two alone again.
"To the bedroom?"
L rolled his eyes at the suggestion, standing up. The motion dumped B on the ground, who pouted up at his seme, a sad expression on his face. "Not now, B, Near's here," he pointed out, nodding towards where the two youngsters who were sitting and making what appeared to be awkward conversation.
Linda appeared to be asking if Near was gay. Near didn't look too pleased. Neither did L, for that matter. B was smirking again though, doing his best not to burst into his manic laughter once again and ruin any more of his lover's clothes. Because that, he had learnt from experience, that didn't get him laid very much.
L hated having his stuff broken, it seemed. And the million and one boring, white shirts and fades jeans seemed to be a part of this. And so, B had learnt to tears things less, because apparently taking a little more care could get him on L's good side, and thus get him some good lovin'. Which was one of his favourite things, aside from maybe jam.
B's brain was quickly overcome by images of L covered in his most beloved, strawberry substance. L didn't seem to notice as the younger man became progressively hornier, practically raping the air in front of him, his hips jolting a tiny bit, eyes closed as he continued to daydream.
L eventually noticed how quiet his uke was, glancing over and raising a slim eyebrow at the sight he was met with.
"B, get your mind out of the gutter this instant." Naturally, the order was met by the other slowly opening his eyes, lustful red eyes moving to stare at L with piercing intensity, almost making L shudder a little. Almost.
In place of being drawn in by the expression that had trapped the councillor on many, many occasions, he sighed, folding his arms and looking irritated. B's expression didn't change.
"Oh, but Lawlipop..." Beyond's voice was low and husky, practically pleading for the pounding that L was currently denying him. And as most people ought to know, denying B something that he really wanted was never, ever clever. Thus, a couple of minutes and a rugby tackle later found L mostly undressed on his bed, B hovering above him.
B did have a bad habit of trying to dominate, and while he did quite well... L was never one to be out-done. Ever. So, with very little time taken for the movements, the ruby-eyed boy was pushed down so that his back was pressed hard against the bed.
"Ooh, Lawlipop does want to play with me!" he sniggered, his hands reaching up to wrap tightly around L's shoulders, pulling him down to press heated kisses along the older man's jaw, pointed, pink tongue darting out to lap at pale skin, earning himself a small, slightly muffled gasp.
Mello smiled absent mindedly, stroking my hair a little more cautiously as we sat – me on his lap – watching some random program where money was dropping through tables and the crowd kept gasping in perfect synchronisation. I was barely paying attention to it though. In all honesty, I haven't got a clue why we even turned the damn thing on. Because it's shit. The kind of shit that people like to watch every night, but shit nonetheless.
Mello seemed to be thinking roughly the same as me, since his mouth had long since given up making sarcastic remarks about all the pathetic morons wondering who had launched a range of condoms or whatever the fuck was going on, and was instead slowly kissing up and down the side of my throat, nuzzling gently against the skin that I damn well hoped was still flawless. Because I do not want to have to explain brand new bite marks to my parents, if they decide to show up again.
Hell no.
Of course, the innocent molestation of my neck can only continue for so long, and pretty soon he's enjoying biting and licking at the exposed expanse of collarbone on display. A display caused solely by him tugging on my hair until I moved my head to let him attack me.
Now, that's not to say I mind about it or anything, but he could've at least asked nicely... Hm. Yeah, that's not Mello's style at all, is it... Well, my fucking mistake.
I gasp out as he finds a nicely sensitive area on my shoulder, tugging roughly at my stripes to get them out of the way so that he can get his teeth on me better, tugging lightly at the skin and making me moan. And hell knows, I moan quite loudly. So when that fucking irritating knock on the door finally comes, I cease movement and noise instantly, face going from pleasantly flushed to neon motherfucking pink in about two seconds. So, I make a wonky dash to the bathroom, while Mello straightens himself out and goes to answer the door.
"Hello..." I can tell by the slightly hostile tone that his voice has taken on, it couldn't possibly be anyone but my father. Because I'm pretty sure that my dear boyfriend would at least make a teeny effort to be polite to a lady. Even if she is my mum. And married to someone with a moustache that could fucking grow legs and take over the world all on its own.
Yeah, I might have something against those hairy monstrosities old guys like to balance on their upper lip. What's wrong with that?
Either way, I decide to stake out in the bathroom as the other two argue in hushed tones. I assume Mello hasn't let him into the apartment yet, because... Well, that might just persuade him to stay around a little longer. Which I'm sure if the polar opposite of what the blond wants.
And, as is always the case with Mels, he gets what (I think) he wants, and the door is slammed in an old dudes face within five minutes. Y'know, it'd really be nice if one day they could get along... So that maybe I'd actually be able to come out of the fucking closet to my parents. Bloody hell. The way this is going, they'll damn well send me to military school if I tell them. Ah, if only life was simple.
Rather timidly, I leave my completely shit hiding place to join Mello back in the kitchen, where he's going through the fridge in a bit of a frenzy. Probably to find himself some chocolate to calm himself down. Lindt, or whatever the hell the stuff he practically fucks every time he unwraps it is. I have to say, I've never actually tried it myself, and Mello's reactions make me curious... But now definitely isn't the time to try and have a go at his stash. Because I can see he isn't in a brilliant mood, and taking chocolate from an unhappy Mello... Well, I guess it's like taking chocolate from a happy Mello, but much, much worse.
I don't even want to think about the type of punishment his sadistic, fucked up little mind would come up with if I took his elixir from him. Seriously. I reckon we'd be talking some serious punishment fucking. That said, being screwed by my boyfriend isn't exactly the greatest punishment of all time... In fact, I'd probably welcome it. Relieve some of the stress from my parents appearing all over the place. Hell, a good, rough night might even be a nice change of pace.
Ok, I'm officially going bloody crazy. It's all this... Mello. Yeah. That's the problem. Mental facepalm right there, my friends. I'm officially losing the few marbles I still have. And then a couple more, too.
Either way. I'm not risking my ability to walk just to take a bite of whatever random chocolate crap Mello's currently orgasming over. I'm not even kidding... Well, maybe a little exaggeration, but still. He's almost moaning to himself as he eats the damn thing.
I'm not sure he even gets this animated when we do it. Ok, now I feel inadequate.
Shrugging a little, I dump my ass onto one of the kitchen stools, watching as Mello has a love affair with a bar of Lindt. My eyes decide to wander down his body, and much to my suprise, he isn't sporting a huge hard on. I was sort of expecting that, from the noises he was making.
Making a little 'hm' sound, I look back up at him. And realise that he's staring straight at me, one delicate eyebrow raised. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he'd been watching me watching his crotch.
Well, if this isn't awkward, I don't know what is.
*Whew* Well... That was long :D Anyway, I hoped you all enjoyed that, and um... Maybe you guys didn't mind the BxL that was thrown in? :D
Anyway, maybe reviews wouldn't go amiss? That said... I'm already drowning in the awesomeness that is my reviewers :O There's... millions of you! Ok, not millions... but a lot! *heartheart* So yeah... If you want questions answered, I'll answer 'em! I read every review through and feel so lucky that you guys are so lovely, so remember, I don't bite!
That reminds me. I'm getting round to drawing out what Matt's dear mother looks like, since someone asked :) Hopefully that'll be finished by the next chapter :3 Or if you wanna make a competition out of it, go right ahead :D I'd actually be interested to see what you guys think she looks like XD
Anyway. Have a nice day/night/whatever :D ~D
