Chapter 4
Haya, it is I, Renki chan (Renkinjutsu-Alchemist)
Disclaimer: I do not own death note or the sims2, k?
Thus begineth the yaoi-eth, well, kinda XD (what's with the old English way of speaking/typing? Oh-well)
[I don't want to offend anyone, that is not my intention, ok? I just wanna write FanFiction. K?]
Do not read this if you are not a yaoi fan ['cause that would just be stupid, wouldn't it?].
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It had been a week since Mello told Matt he could take up a more permanent residence at his apartment and Matt has been asked to watch some CCTV footage for Mello's kira investigation. 'God, this is so fucking boring! Why the hell do I have to watch this stuff? Jeez! I wonder how angry Mello would be if I took a cigarette and video game break?' he thought. His question was answered when a fist came crashing down on the table in front of him, followed by the words, "Stop daydreaming! Stop procrastinating and focus, Matt!".
"oooh, procrastinating? That sounds dirty, Mells." He grinned, the truth was that he had seen the word on the sims2 so he knew perfectly well what it meant, he knew it had something to do with getting distracted. He just wanted to annoy Mello and it had worked as a hand wacked him across the back of the head.
"Don't be an arsehole, Matt!" sneered Mello. Matt just rubbed the back of his head and mumbled something about being bored and something that sounded like "Pissy bitch!". That comment earned another hit round the back of his head. Matt was clearly a self destructive person by nature because as soon as Mello left the room, he lit up a cigarette. He couldn't help it, the cravings were driving him crazy 'it's worth it if I get even one drag' he thought, trying to convince himself that it was the case.
"What the fuck did I tell you about smoking in here?" yelled Mello.
"But you won't let me take a break to go outside" Matt tried to reason with Mello as well as stall him long enough to finish the cigarette.
"No buts!" shouted Mello
"..." Matt grinned like a little kid at the word 'buts', was he really that childish? 'I can have some fun here. God, why do I get kicks from this? Well, as long as I don't push him too far, what's the harm?'
"Fuck you, Matt". 'What is Matt's problem? Why can't he follow simple instructions. Does he WANT to be yelled at? Does this give him sick thrills?' thought Mello.
"If you want" the grin spread wider as Matt said this. 'ok , I'm at the threshold between it being all in good fun and taking it too far, time to slam on the breaks.'
"I don't 'want', are you that infantile?" said Mello with a scowl pasted on his face.
"Ok, sorry. My mistake, I take it back. But I wanna fuck you" persisted Matt. 'Ok, past the threshold, I think I have some serious issues' thought Matt, correctly.
"You are such an arsehole!" said Mello, not shouted, just said. He glared at Matt for a second and walked out the room. It took every drop of Matt's (very poor) self control not to say anything else and keep his stupid comments in.
It was not until the next morning that Matt saw Mello. He looked like he hadn't slept, but Matt, on the other hand slept like a baby. For the rest of that day there was nothing but a cold silence and Mello seemed somewhat jumpy when ever Matt got within three feet of him. So that evening, Matt snapped, which is saying something because Matt was not one to lose his temper.
"For the love of god, Mello! I'm not gonna fucking rape you! Quit acting like a beaten kitten!" he shouted, wondering where the beaten kitten comparison came from. Mello spun around; his cold eyes gouged into Matt's goggle covered ones. "If this is about what I said last night, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean it... well, I wouldn't say no, but..." he topped talking, when would he learn to just keep his mouth shut? He mentally kicked himself for saying too much; it was going so well up until that point. There was another cold silence.
"I'm sorry..." said Mello in a quiet voice, this was very out of character for him, almost as much as him apologising. Matt noticed this and was, for the first time in his life, speechless. 'Why is HE apologising?' he thought, that was all he could do. Matt had only ever heard Mello apologise to his rosary and priests, but that was because of contrition (remorse for sins). What was Mello sorry for?
There was another silence, but it was all but silent in Matt's head. His brain was beginning to rebel against the silence, Matt had never been quiet for so long... he even talked in his sleep. 'Crap, what am I gonna do? I have to say something... think, think, think... God why can I never think straight when I'm under pressure, I blame society and those one or two green days I had (a green day as in a day spent smoking marijuana/weed/pot/dope, not as in the band) think, think, think...' then Matt's brain committed mutiny and his body had to take over and make the decisions. This was a bad sign because it was bad enough when Matt's brain was in control; god knows what the consequences of his brain handing over control to his body. Well, Matt was about to find out what the consequences would be.
Before Matt's short circuiting brain could even register what he was doing, he found himself kissing Mello. Matt was almost as surprised as Mello was, then again maybe not, judging by the shocked look on Mello's face and the fact that he was VERY pale and frozen solid. Matt was at least able to move, he was expecting to get the living tar beaten out of him any second now 'may as well make the most of it' the thought that he could be emotionally destroying Mello didn't cross his malfunctioning mind. His body was not listening to his brain anymore anyway. He trailed kisses down Mello's jaw and down his neck. Mello was still frozen.
Mello was like a lake, motionless on the surface but turbulent on the inside. Physically, the twisty but not unpleasant feeling in his lower abdomen. Emotionally, the turmoil over what was happening, it felt good but Matt a guy like him... that was wrong wasn't it? It was a sin the bible says that you should not lie with another man as if he is a woman, it is an abomination. Part of Mello wanted to push Matt away but the 'human' side of him wanted to hold Matt to be close to him, what was it like to have someone hold you in their arms?... a safe place. Mello's breath hitched as he felt Matt's hand find its way up his shirt, the part of Mello that told him this was wrong was still the dominant part, but it was quickly being beaten into submission by the other part of him.
Matt licked the side of Mello's neck and his breath swept over the wet patch that was left behind.
"Mells..." sighed Matt. He kissed Mello on the lips again and almost had an aneurism when Mello weakly and timidly kissed back, Matt wasn't expecting that. Matt carefully ran his tongue across Mello's bottom lip. Mello had turned off his brain; by instinct he parted his lips slightly. Matt was very confused at this point, why was Mello letting him do this? He slowly slipped his tongue into Mello's mouth... waiting for the yelling and hitting and punching to start, but it never did and Mello, feebly though it may be, was kissing back.
By this time, Matt had forgotten he had his hand up Mello's shirt. He removed his hand and used it to slowly unbutton Mello's shirt. Matt never knew when to stop, he always kept going until thing reached tipping point, but nothing was stopping him yet so he kept pushing his luck.
Mello felt like he had never felt before, he did not feel like he was shackled to religion, he did not have the weight of contrition and fear of hell baring down on his shoulders and there was no persistent image of his farther hitting and yelling at him or his mother sobbing. There was only Matt, Matt had always been the only person who ever cared for Mello, and as seemingly cold hearted as Mello was, even he could see it.
Matt fully removed Mello's shirt and his own, he was only partially aware of actually doing it but his brain was in no position to argue with his body... Matt was good at losing control. He noticed that Mello was kissing back with a little more confidence now, that was a good sign for Matt because it meant that he was putting himself at less risk.
To be continued... ['cause I'm a betch :D *insert evil laughter*]
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Thanks for reading this chapter, I am so sorry it took this long to update TT_TT
In the next chapter there will be slashy yaoi-ness. XD
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