Chapter 4: Dilemma 1

"Mine, and Mine Alone: Episode 3 - Michael's Dilemma"

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Michael went to his busy office looking quite happy. Upon seeing this, his officemates looked at him weirdly. Apparently, all of them were familiar with Michael's love life. "Didn't you just break up with your boyfriend?" one girl said. (Mello commented on this: "Roy, our characters are such douchebags.") "Me? Yes, we just broke up… why?" Michael asked, rather innocently. The girl raised an eyebrow at him. "Because you look so damn happy, you know. Did something happen?" she said. Michael slapped his cheeks. "Thanks for pointing that out, but no." he lied.

When Michael reached his desk in his own little cubicle, he immediately opened his Facebook account to search for Matthew. Then, he stopped just as fast. "I shouldn't be doing this." he said to himself. "She's right. I just broke up with my boyfriend… I shouldn't have slept with him. I shouldn't be happy… What if he comes back… and he finds out?" Michael was surely whispering those to himself however, his nosy cubicle neighbor heard him.

"Oh shit. Did I hear correctly? You slept with someone?" the nosy office guy said. (And for convenience, we'll just call him Nosy.) Michael hurriedly closed his laptop, as if it was the source. "N-no…" Michael lied poorly. Nosy just grinned. "Oh, you little slut. You have to tell me all about it!" Michael sighed. He didn't want to tell anyone… suddenly he was afraid. He was still in love with his ex-boyfriend, Nigel, and he still wished for his return. So, if ever his wish would come true, the whole Matthew affair was a definitely a bad idea to talk about. These thoughts of Michael was presented through a voiceover in which characters inside the scene does not hear.

"It's nothing. Just got drunk and depressed. Met another drunk guy. You know… things happen." Michael said as if it was no big deal. The thing is, that was not a lie. It was true. However, Michael knew that it was more than just a drunk affair since its effects lasted until that day.

"Is that so? Don't you have any juicy details?" Nosy kept on probing. Michael shook his head. "Please… I don't want to talk about it… I already feel bad enough." With that, amazingly, Nosy left him and went to do his work.

Michael sighed and stared at the closed computer. He was afraid… or rather, guilty. Because he liked it. This shows through the short flashbacks of his time with Matthew, and how he felt so good. His face would show expressions of lust with his bitten lips.

"I was just depressed…" he whispered to himself, "it wasn't that good…" he tried to reason with himself, denying and justifying.

Then suddenly, there was a knock. It was coming from the main door of their small office. "Michael, someone came here to see you." A girl called out. Nosy peeked from his cubicle just to wink at Michael. Michael just brushed it off. There's no way it could be him… Michael's thoughts in voiceover form said.

He went to the door to see who it was, and it was…

Matthew.

Suddenly, there was a reaction to his crotch. The camera zoomed in at that spot, showing how it was twitching, even if it was subtle. "Uh, hello." Matthew said, quite shy. Michael stepped in a little closer and whispered, "What are you doing here?" "I came here to see you." Matthew whispered back. It had been a week since they last saw each other.

"Give me… 30 minutes and I'll meet you at the café outside." Michael said. Then he turned his back on Matthew. The angle closed up on Michael's blushing face then crawled down to his tightening slacks. (A/N: I couldn't imagine Mello wearing slack though xD) He covered it with his blazer.

After 30 minutes of Nosy nosing around, Mello finally got on his break. He went immediately to the café he told Matthew to go to. Then, he saw his red-haired friend in his black jacket and white pants. He actually waited for me. Voiceover.

"Hi." Michael said quite awkwardly as he sat down. Matthew looked up at him without raising his head, which looked sexy (or aimed to look sexy). Michael was getting nervous. There he was, with the man he didn't even want to talk about a while ago, getting him all excited again.

"So…" Michael began, "...how did you know where I work?" Matthew shrugged and showed him a calling card. "I kinda stole it from your desk." he replied. "Why didn't you called me first?" Michael asked. Before Matthew could answer, a waiter came at their table (no, he was not jerking off), and handed Michael a menu. The waiter didn't leave and it kind of obligated Michael to order. So he did. "Uh, one cappuccino please." The waiter nodded. "I'll have this sausage platter please." Matthew added. The waiter nodded again before repeating their orders. Then he left.

"You seem like you don't want to see me." Matthew said, his head bowed. Michael felt something in his chest, shown through his sudden grip on a tissue/napkin on the table. The camera focused on Michael's quivering lips and then a drop of sweat that ran down to his chin. No… I want to see you… a voiceover said. "It's not like that… I just wished you gave a call…" Michael said. Matthew raised his head, "Does that mean that you do want to see me?" Michael blushed, which was answer enough for him.

And out of good, quality service from the café, their orders came already. (That was fast.) The waiter put down Michael's foamy cappuccino in front of him while the fat sausage along with its included meal was placed in front of Matthew. The two were silent for a while as they touched their food.

Michael sipped his hot drink. In return, he received a foamy lip. Matthew stared at this white covered lip as he embraced the fat sausage with his lips before he took a bite. Michael noticed this gaze and immediately bowed his head down, not knowing that his lips were dirty. Matthew chuckled at that.

"What are you laughing about?" Michael asks. The redhead just shook his head. "I was right… it's a good choice to see you." Michael blushed more. The thing is, Matthew was also blushing, especially the moment he saw Michael for the first time again back at the office. But his red hair overpowers any hint of redness in his face.

Michael fixed a stare at Matthew which was supposed to say 'get serious. What do you want?' but the redhead thought that the blonde was seducing him. After all, any gaze or stare would come off as sexy when you're feeling something for someone. This was seen when Matthew raised a finger, specifically his thumb, and wiped it across Michael's foam-covered lip. (During the break behind the scene: Matt: This is such a clichéd scene, Roy. I'm actually quite embarrassed. Roy: Hush, child.) Michael's shoulders raised with Matthew's actions.

And they both knew what to do. Michael, then, forgot all his anxiety and dilemma: the guilt of having sex with this man or the disappointment of not having sex with this man.

They both left their food on their table as they went inside the café's restroom. In porn, the people around are always okay with it when people obviously or subtly have sex or do something weird, so no one questioned why the hell those left their table with no one to look after their barely touched food. But moving on, they went inside the bathroom and entered a fairly large cubicle.

They kissed intensely along with their roaming hands. It was as if that one week apart was too long. They were so horny for each other. Michael forgot all the shit he was so worried about and just gave in to the lust.

Not long after, their pants were already down to their ankles. Their hands on each other's cock. They keep their moans low and muffled. After a while, Matthew turned his back in Michael. He bent down just enough for Michael to adjust comfortably to a position where he can penetrate the other. "I missed you so much…" Matthew panted out. Michael got aroused more by that, evident through his pulsating cock, but said instead, "keep your voice down."

Soon enough, Michael went in dry. Matthew felt good, almost moaning out loud if only Michael's fingers were not in his mouth. The blonde, however, did give a rather loud groan. He bit his lip so he wouldn't make any more sound, especially when he began thrusting in and out of this sexy red-head. They went on like this for a few minutes before Michael suggested a new position.

He turned Matthew around so they were facing each other and their cocks bumped. Then, Michael grabbed Matthew's hands and wrapped it around on his neck. With that, Matthew knew what the other wanted. He did a little jump so that he could wrap his legs around the other's waist. Michael grabbed it and held on to it.

They were kissing passionately as Michael maneuvered to go inside. They kept their lips in each other (or they just kept kissing) as Michael thrusted and thrusted in and out. It kept their moans muffled and low. Michael, then, pushed Matthew to a wall so he could thrust harder inside of him. The camera couldn't capture the fact that Michael was so deep inside that it was hitting Matthew's insides so pleasurably. However, the camera did capture Matthew's almost closed eyes with saliva dripping down from the side of his lips. (Roy directed them to go back to their very first position so that when they cum, it would be easily captured in film.)

After a while more of hard thrusting, Michael turned Matthew around so that they were back to their initial position. After that, Michael just kept on fucking the other until Matthew sprayed his cum all over the bathroom wall. Then, the camera zoomed in so that Matthew's ass will be seen while Michael's cock was still in him, filled with white cum.

Matthew and Michael looked at each other. They were panting but were smiling. They kissed and there, the screen faded to black accompanied by soft music.

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+on Wammy's University+

"... 'that was helluva bathroom fuck'. Your fans are getting… more and more… passionate, perhaps." Nate, Mello's roommate, often called Near for some reason, told the blonde porn star. "Will you stop reading the comments out loud, please? You shouldn't even watch that." Mello said as he threw his jacket on his chair before jumping on the bed.

Mello just finished shooting episode five that day and was exhausted. He didn't need his pale, white-haired roommate to remind him still of the series. He was naked, except for his boxers, when he slept, or at least, attempted to sleep. But it was a good thing that he hadn't slept yet for Near said, "Oh right, Mello-" "Don't call me that." because it was his screen name. "Michael, then." "Don't call me that either! What do you want?" "The Principal wants to talk to you." Near threw an open envelope at him. Mello took it and said, "Dafuq are you doing, opening my letters?" Near just shrugged and re-watched episode 3.

Mello read the letter and found out that the principal did want to see him. For what reason, he doesn't know. But he had a guess it would have something to do with the homophobes of his dormitory.

Once Mello was inside the principal's office, he was asked to sit down. "Good day, Mihael." Principal Frank told him. Mello returned the greeting. "I called you here because of the overwhelming complaints of some students in your dormitory… and even in your class." the principal said. 'I was right.' Mello thought as he sighed. "I do believe that your profession… profession… as a… uh… pornographic actor is the one providing for your financial needs, am I correct?" Frank tried hard to be professional. Mello almost laughed at this, 'Why can't he just say porno star?' he thought. "Yes." He replied. Frank sighed a bit. "Well, some students complain that there shouldn't be a professional inside the campus. And I believe that they do have a point." he pushed a piece of paper towards Mello. It was a sample of the complaints students gave the principal. It included phrases like, "He is a dirty and shameful cocksucker. He disgraces the school." or "We cannot have fags in school. Or else, everyone will be gay." or "He's such a disgusting sonofabitch." and so on. It wasn't new to Mello, he'd heard those phrases again and again when he pass by the dormitory and campus halls.

"We have to do something about this, Mr. Keehl." Frank said. "The thing is, Mr. Principal, if ever you suspend or expel me from this university, my "profession" will have no use. You see, I live a very low maintenance life and your university is the only one eating up my money. So, school and my "profession" pretty much goes hand in hand. No school, no porn." Mello said, mocking Frank's expression of profession. "I see your point, Keehl." Frank just said. "And wouldn't you lose your biggest asset when you let go of me?" Mello said. Frank gave him a glare. It was true. Mello allowed the school to be recognized in the Lawliet Awards, a prestigious award for high class educational institutions. But… "Are you threatening us, Mr. Keehl?" Frank asked. "No. I'm just saying that there is no point if you expel me." Mello said. Mello knew that that was where Frank was going with.

Frank sighed. "I like you very much, Mr. Keehl…" he began to say but Mello stopped him immediately. He's a fucking pornstar, dammit. He knew where that line is going to. As much as he wanted to say 'fuck no', he kept quiet.

"You see, I'm a fan, Mr. Keehl. Of your series… and your academic works as well. You are a sexy genius. I definitely do not want you to stop going to school and stop doing porn. And if you please, can I have your autograph?" Frank said and showed him a postcard of himself almost naked. It was a picture from his photoshoot for 'Mine, and Mine Alone' before it was released. Mello shivered at the sight of his principal having that, he shivered at the fact that his principal watches him. 'What the fuck is wrong with people?' He signed the damned thing anyways. "I don't want to lose you, Mihael," Frank continued, "so I wouldn't suggest your expulsion. But what I would suggest is that… you move dormitories and attend the night classes."

(A/N: Yup. It is intended to end there. He he he.)