Author's Note: Hey guys! So last night, I was checking my email, and I found that someone had reviewed my story just yesterday and had asked me to continue it. And it was kind of a shock for me because I didn't think anyone was actually reading this anymore. That comment kind of got me excited for this fic again, and I had to go back to finish it. I realize that it's been two years since I first started uploading, but I really want to finish this time. You'll probably notice that this chapter 4 is different than the original chapter 4. I deleted that one because I thought it was kind of immature and distasteful, and rewrote it. I want to thank you for sticking with me through these two years of nothingness!
Disclaimer/Warning: Sexual situations in this one. Also, I don't own DeathNote.
Oh and I kind of know that you probably got more than one email about this chapter... I had some formatting issues to deal with. So sorry about the spam! D:
Matt, though happy and somewhat relieved that the entire ordeal of the apology had passed, was still annoyed at the way things were. Clearly, there was still an attraction between them- this he could not deny. Furthermore, the anger and resentment and self-pity that he kept wanting to feel in this situation kept disappearing whenever he thought of Mello. This could have been because every time he thought of Mello, he started to think about how soft and silky Mello's skin was, how comfortable the top of Mello's head was under his chin, and how tense Mello's lean body felt under his when they fuc- no. Here, he drew the line. He would not think of that, especially not when it hadn't even been a full day since his former (he emphasized this word to his rebellious mind) partner had been back. But he could feel an ache where the hole in his heart was stirring feebly, almost expectantly, now that his love was back.
Several hours of internal conflict had passed this way- it was now past two in the morning, and Matt's thumbs were starting to feel a little creaky from moving the joysticks on his video game controller so much. He was playing a game where he could kill things recklessly to take out some of the pent-up feelings within himself. Many nights had been spent like this the year after Mello's disappearance, and though he knew that he was just denying himself the opportunity to think things through, Matt persevered. The more people he shot the better, because each bullet hole he made in the badly-drawn characters gave him a little more satisfaction. It was almost as if he was shooting Mello once for each day he had been away. But immediately, his subconscious made him feel sorry for thinking that- how could he wish harm upon Mello, the man he loved? His Mel? But five years of hard feelings can't just up and disappear, Matt thought to himself grimly.
Finally pausing the game, he pushed his goggles up on his head, kneading the skin upon which they had been resting. The hideous red welts they left would definitely be visible in the morning. He stretched and put the game controller down, flicking the television off with the remote. Heavily, he walked towards his room, suddenly so exhausted that he wouldn't even mind collapsing on the hardwood floor. As he walked past the light switches, he flicked each of them down into the 'off' position, dawdling until he reached the door of Mello's room. He stood in front of it awkwardly, one hand halfway to the knob while his head was bowed towards the wood paneling. Thinking that it probably wasn't a good idea since Mello could be awake, he started to turn away- but stopped. Had he just heard his name from the other side of the door? His heart hammered in his chest, partly out of joy and partly out of shame of being discovered. He turned and opened the door. "I wasn't spyi-," he blurted out, but stopped when he saw that the room was dark and Mello's eyes were closed.
Moonlight filtered in through the half-closed curtains, rippling over the small leather-clad body lying among the tousled sheets. Mello hadn't tucked himself in properly, but was on top of the rumpled comforter, his limbs splayed almost comically. His normally perfect blond hair was just as messy as the sheets; the strands highlighted by the silver light from the windows looked like precious metal. One corner of Matt's mouth turned upward in a crooked smile at this sight. Whatever harsh feelings had been in his chest washed away, replaced by a sudden tenderness and warmth. 'He said my name in his sleep' was the only thing Matt was thinking at the moment. He walked silently to the windows, drawing the curtains closed until the room was plunged into darkness. It was only then that he even dared approach the bed, staring down at the peaceful face of the man who had caused him so much grief in the past five years. Gently, he folded the sheets over Mello, attempting to tuck his small arms and legs into a somewhat normal position. His hands lingered on the smooth skin they touched and, suddenly possessed by an impulsive urge, Matt bent down and kissed Mello's soft lips. It had been his intention to keep it to a simple peck at the most, but he lingered here, too. He forced himself to pull away and started to straighten up, but was immediately stopped by a tug on the bottom of his shirt. Matt felt himself flush red, but the laughing, mocking voice he was expecting to hear didn't come. Instead, Mello's words were spoken in a soft, drowsy whimper that was so full of desire that Matt stopped in his tracks as he made to escape. "Matt, stay."
Matt had been with Mello for a long time before Mello had left him. Since they were kids, practically. They had simply gone together that well- like bread and butter, or peanut butter and jelly. Mello had always been the loud, domineering, and somewhat obnoxious personality in the relationship- something that Matt found endearing. Matt, while not a pushover, was not quite as outspoken, and tended to handle himself in a more dignified and stoic manner. He had thought that Mello's personality was pretty much set in stone, and he would never have expected Mello to speak to him in this pleading, longing voice that was brimming with apology and sorrow. In hindsight, Matt knew that it had been this aspect of Mello's voice, more than anything, that prompted him to take his next actions.
Matt leaned back down in response to the hand pulling at his shirt. "Yeah, Mel?" he asked, raising his hand to touch Mello's hair. "I want you to stay- I don't want you to be angry with me," Mello breathed. His eyes were still half shut and his voice was groggy, and Matt realized that Mello was still mostly asleep. "I don't think you know what you're saying," he whispered, bending down to free his shirt from Mello's grasp so that he could leave. Suddenly, Mello's other arm was around his neck, dragging him down towards the bed. Matt became very aware of Mello's mouth trying to find his, and his already feeble attempts to resist vanished. He caught Mello's mouth with his own, kissing him hungrily. It was nothing like the gentle, sweet peck he had given him just five minutes ago- this was full of passion and lust. Matt sank to his knees beside the bed, his arms tight around Mello's waist as they kissed for what seemed like hours. Finally, Matt pushed Mello away, panting heavily. Any misgivings he had had were gone, vanished completely. Mello sat up, clear-eyed and startled at the change in behavior. "Where are you going?" he asked softly, his tone still muted. Matt chuckled softly, pulling his vest off.
"Nowhere," he replied, the crooked smile appearing on his face again. Mello laid back on the bed wordlessly, and Matt took it as an opportunity to get on top of him. His knees were on either side of Mello's hips, his hands on either side of Mello's head. Gently, he leaned down to press his lips against Mello's, building the intensity of the kiss until they were both panting again. Matt brought his fingers to the zipper on Mello's vest, but felt the younger man's hand catch his as he was about to undo it.
"What is it?" Matt whispered, brushing the soft patch of skin below Mello's ear with his nose.
"I- well... our old room..." Mello trailed off at the end, his voice hopeful.
Matt needed no further encouragement. He moved swiftly to a standing position and scooped Mello's small frame into his arms, carrying him across the hallway. He fumbled with the doorknob and, after what seemed like an eternity, pushed the door open. The bed was unmade, the comforter spilling off of one side and the sheets wrinkled. He set Mello down on the mattress and knelt over him, pulling his shirt over his head in one fluid motion. He felt Mello's hands snake around his waist and moaned, bending down to kiss him. Mello's body arched against his and he took pleasure in the fact that though he had been out of practice for quite some time, he still had some skills in the sack. Matt unzipped Mello's vest impatiently, exposing the milky white chest under it. Mello lifted his torso off of the bed to allow Matt to remove the garment, and laid back down. He placed a hand on Mello's chest, moving it downwards and feeling the bony ribs and taut abdominal muscles he had missed so much. He could feel Mello's hands moving around on his back and abdomen as well, hungrily tracing every inch of his exposed skin. Matt lowered his hips and ground them against Mello's, allowing Mello to feel his erection, which was uncomfortably tight against his jeans. Taking the hint, Mello started to undo his pants, pulling them off with some difficulty due to the leather sticking against his sweaty skin.
Matt took off his own jeans, throwing them to the floor carelessly, then removing his boxers in the same fashion. Mello, he had been amused to find out, had not been wearing any underwear under those tight leather pants of his. He bit Mello's neck gently, snaking his hand down the lithe body to stroke his leg. Mello pushed Matt away to free himself from the weight of the redhead's body, then turned over, propping himself up on hands and knees. Matt laughed under his breath, then grasped Mello's hips, enjoying his partner's enthusiasm. "Ready?" He asked, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual. Seeing Mello nod, he entered forcefully, hissing in pleasure. Mello's whimpers and moans of pleasure urged him on, and within seconds they were moving together, fitting like two pieces of some long-abandoned puzzle.
Hearing Mello climax, Matt couldn't restrain himself any longer. He, too, climaxed and collapsed on the bed next to Mello. Rolling over onto his back, he stretched himself out on the side of the bed he used to occupy all those years ago when it had been regular practice for them to sleep together. Completely exhausted from the night's activities he closed his eyes after one last glance at Mello, drifting to sleep with the image a blond angel in his mind.