Author's Note= ! It's been a while. O.O Things are calming down, for me at least, so it's time to get this fic up to date! ^^" I apologize for the wait.
Mello written by ThatJeevasFanChick
Matt written by Beyond'sWaraNingyo
Matt
"My lovely Jenivive, won't you come lay with me?" Lucas called softly to the woman who had been staring out the window.
Jenivive walked over to Lucas and sat beside him on the soft bed.
"You don't understand the ways of the world, Lucas. People hurt people, people kill people, people break the hearts of other people."
"But you forget, Jenivive, that people also love people."
I bit my lip, looking at the picture created by the words on the paper. It painted a cold and harsh world. One that I didn't want to live in, one that was too real for comfort.
I leaned back, contenting myself with the knowledge that it would change, Jenivive would change, she would accept that Lucas was hers, and she Lucas'.
Mr. Wammy returned to the room, and smiled at me.
"That's all for today, Matt. Mr. Keehl offered to take you home." I nodded at the older man, and stood up, collecting my notepad up and gently leaving the room with a wave.
I looked up and suddenly said blonde was in my vision. My face flushed as I realized what Mr. Wammy had said. Mr. Keehl -Mello- was going to take me home. Go to my house. Shit, I hadn't even cleaned.
"So… Matt," Mr. Keehl raked a hand through his hair, "I think I know how we can work this out."
"What? Work what out, Mr. Keehl?" My face flushed a little further.
His gaze slid away, and I was instantly worried. I fixed my own eyes onto the ground until he cleared his throat, and I looked back at him startled.
"Perhaps there is a way that you can help me get this role that I know you've seen me practice without instilling further guilt upon you. Is there a place more... private that we can speak?"
I blinked at him a few times before blushing.
"Um, I don't know this studio that well…" I twiddled my thumbs and stared at them like they were the most interesting things ever.
"But you were going to take me home, right?" I mumbled the last part, shyly.
"Um... take you home? If you think that would be a much better location, then sure, I suppose I can take you home. Come with me."
My face caught fire when he reached out and took one of my hands inside his own. My bowed my head so that he wouldn't see my blush as he led me towards the parking lot.
I looked up when he let go of my hand and saw him getting on a motorcycle.
"We-we're going on that?" I squeaked, jaw dropping as my hands came up to cover my face.
"Yeah, got a fear of motorcycles or something? I came here on this bike and you're going to direct me to your home on it." He held out a helmet to me, and I took it hesitantly. "As long as you don't let go of me, you're going to be just fine, I promise."
I hesitated before straddling the bike with a bit of difficulty.
"Um, where do I, er, hold you?" I looked pointedly at the ground beside the motorcycle as I tried to avoid touching him too much. I was sure that he wouldn't like it if I did, he didn't seem like a touchy feely kind of guy.
I saw his head turn, "Give me your hands. I'll show you what you can hold onto for the time being."
He reached back, and I gently gave him my arms which he secured around his waist; I blushed scarlet.
I really needed to stop being like this. But he was just… just like Dante, I couldn't help it.
"Don't let go and don't you dare squeeze me half to death either. I know what I'm doing, trust me."
And I knew I would. I'd trust him more than I should.
Mello
I started the engine and let it warm up before removing the kickstand, feeling a slight squeeze from Matt. I looked behind me to back out properly before pulling out slowly, letting the redhead get used to the vehicle before I would speed it up.
I used this slow speed before we got to the driveway before speaking up at last.
"Alright, so where am I going? Left or right?"
"Left," he mumbled.
I nodded to acknowledge this and pulled out after the traffic had lessened. This stretch of road was lengthy and would give the redhead ample time to get comfortable with my bike and I.
I cruised this stretch of road for some time before noting that an exit was coming up.
"Hey Matt!" I called behind my shoulder, "Is this your exit coming up? Is it further up?"
"Um, this is it," he said, holding onto me a little tighter.
I pulled into the exit and cruised the exit ramp and onto the freeway. I immediately pick up my speed and begin to weave through traffic, keeping my senses sharp.
Ahead of me was another exit that would take us into another part of the city. Since there was nothing more of the city further along, I let instinct dictate that this was the right way and pulled into it.
We reached the next part of the city. It would be here that I would be needing his help more.
"Alright Matt," I called out, "Where by do you stay?"
"Um, just ther- Oh, in that building of condos that we just passed," he said, seemingly relaxing a bit from the less tight hold he had on me.
"Alright. I'll go around the block and then I'll park to let us both off."
I wheeled around the corner and took the block trip around before pulling back in front of the large condo. I whistled low in admiration. Nice digs for someone like him.
I put the kickstand down and cut the engine before motioning Matt off the bike before following suit.
"Um... thank you for taking me home." He seemed to fiddle nervously with his keys after he'd gotten off the bike. "You'd said that there was something you'd wanted to talk to me about?"
He seemed to avoid my gaze by looking beyond my shoulder. I can't say I blame him, but I offered a small smile as an attempt at comfort.
"Yeah, but perhaps it would be a good idea to discuss it on the inside. If anything is leaked out to inquiring ears and minds, it may look bad for the both of us."
I notice that his eyes widen and he takes a step back.
"W-what is sup-" He paused, biting his lip in what appeared to be thought. "Oh, um, why would it look bad? What would look bad?"
I took a step into his space and cupped his cheek and softened my gaze.
"We both know what's at stake here. I want to help you out. Work with me on this..." I bring my mouth close to his for a fleeting moment before parting.
Matt
I took a sharp intake of breath, and felt my insides turn to jelly.
"Um, er, I, um..." I flushed, and nodded shyly, turning to lead Mello into the building.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mello smile.
"So," he asked casually, "I assume that you're a writer of romance stories, correct?"
I nodded frantically as we entered the elevator and I pushed the button for the eighth floor.
"Yeah, I've always loved the more romantic side of things. Romance is such a dramatic and inspiring concept! That someone could just… Oh! I can't even explain it!" I brought my hands to my cheeks happily, and sighed dreamily. "Maybe one day it'll happen to me…"
"I think that could very well happen, Mr. Jeevas." Mello's voice caresses my ear, and I let out a shaky breath.
"Could it?" My voice shuddered and resembled a moan more than anything as he ran his hands up my shirt.
I bit my lip but leaned into him nonetheless.
"Yes," he purred into my ear, nuzzling it and making me shudder.
No one had ever been this close to me before. It was as exhilarating as it was scary.
"I could be that person if you'll let me…" He licked the shell of my ear and slid a hand over my stomach.
My breath caught and I breathed out almost silently, "The elevator is going to stop."
Mello pulled away and gently fixed my shirt, while I tried my best to adjust my position so that my state wouldn't be noticed.
"Lead the way, Mr. Jeevas." I shivered at the tone of his voice; it was smooth and seductive, laden with thick promises.
Just like Dante…
