A/N: Thanks for the reviews, guys! This chapter is also in Matt's POV. Enjoy!
Warning: I stopped doing these a few chapters back but I feel it necessary to give fair warning for this chapter. Adult content ahead. . . you have been warned.
With dinner having reached its completion and my stomach finally quite full, I make my way back up to my room. I'm not too sure what's going to happen once I get there. I haven't known him very long, but Mello is incredibly difficult to read. He is constantly running hot and cold. That being the case, it's practically impossible to know how this whole thing is going to play out.
About a third of the way through my journey back to my room, I am stopped by my new pigtailed companion, Linda. She practically takes out my eardrums in her desperation to get my attention.
"Matt! Hey Matt! Wait!" I obey, although I'm hardly in any mood to chat idly. Any other day it might be okay, but right now I have other things to do. She runs up to me, eyes beaming.
"Hey Linda," I say politely, tossing in a small (somewhat annoyed) smile. I'm sure she caught it but went ahead with her quest all the same.
"The whole school is talking about you taking third place. It's pretty neat. How's Mello taking it? I saw him at dinner. I thought he wasn't allowed down here yet. He and Dodger are still grounded right?" Geez, one question at a time please.
"Uh, yeah, he's still grounded. I don't know why he came down, he's defiant like that I guess. He's been acting stubborn and moody, as one would expect from him." She lets out a little giggle.
"Oh, sorry to hear that. Are you on your way back to your room?" Is that an opening I sense? Why, yes, I believe it is.
"Yeah. In fact, I'm kind of in a hurry. Loads of studying to do, you know how it is. We'll continue this conversation tomorrow, yeah?" She has to be tired of trying to strike up conversations with me only to have me dismiss myself right away. She is a genius as well, I'm sure she's gotten the hint. I guess she's just obstinate.
Taking the opportunity that recently presented itself, I turn and speed walk towards my room, hearing Linda's goodbyes echoing down the hall. I never really bothered to actually look at Wammy's lavish halls. Now was hardly the time to start, but still, I found myself processing the décor for some reason. There were portraits hanging from the walls. I couldn't help but wonder who they were. None of them could be L. None of them were Roger. I doubt that any of them were of Wammy either. There were also a few paintings depicting biblical scenes. It is difficult to not be religious in this place, the way it's shoved in your face.
When I finally reached my destination, I found the door open and Mello lounging contentedly on his bed, skimming through his history book. He noticed my entrance straight away but didn't say anything, looking up briefly and then back to his textbook. I wasn't sure if he wanted the door open or not, but I knew I certainly didn't, so I clicked it shut. Mello shot me a questioning glance, again very briefly. I knew exactly what he was thinking, much to his chagrin, I'm certain.
"Hey Mello. What's up?" I ask casually, in a rather amusing attempt to catch him off guard. My goggles were still lying, discarded, in the corner of the room. Having been without them for way too long, I walk over and pick them up. The orange hue pulled my shattered world up from beneath my feet and all was right again. I turned my attention back to Mello, who was actually gawking at me. Mission accomplished. . .sort of
If I were dealing with anyone else, I might be able to fool myself into believing that I am on the winning side. But this is Mello. He most definitely won't give up so easily. Mello must have figured his incredulous stare looked foolish because he closed his mouth and let his trademark smirk make its way back into place.
"Well hey, look who made it back." He seemed to be considering something, and again, I'm almost positive I know what it is.
"Yeah. You seem surprised," I paused a moment to stretch across my bed and give my neck a quick crack, "So, you went down to dinner. Aren't you worried about getting into more trouble with Roger?" He scoffs.
"Not really. Besides, I figured you weren't going to bring me my dinner. You ran out of here in such a hurry, it didn't seem like you had any intention of coming back anytime soon." His eyes locked on mine with that intense pressure that only Mello can manage. It is important that I keep my mood neutral. C'mon Matt, you can do this.
"Nah, I would've brought you food. Wouldn't want you to disintegrate up here," I mutter, flicking on the TV. I wasn't at all interested in the crazy evangelists, it was more or less a way to make myself appear indifferent. Maybe it was a bit much, considering the fact Mello knows damn well that I don't watch TV around here anymore. He seems too worked up to take notice though.
"Well that's good to know," he says, sounding rather irked, "You know Matt, I believe we have some unfinished business to tend to." He stands swiftly and swaggers over to the edge of my bed. Damn.
He plops down beside me, grabbing the remote out of my hand and flicking the TV off. There was an unidentifiable gleam in Mello's eyes as he turned back to me. It certainly wasn't there before. It seemed genuine, whatever it was.
His hand strayed from his side to stroke my thigh. The gesture felt fairly innocent considering the location he chose. For a split second, I saw on his face a smile. Not a smirk, as was custom for him. A smile. It was breathtaking. Any human would be doomed to cater to him if faced with his epic smile. He had the ability to look more evil than you could ever imagine, yet he could also appear saintly, when he isn't even trying to, it seems.
"Do you trust me?" He asks, out of the blue. What does he mean by that? I am kind of confused but I'm far too determined to let my calamity falter.
"What reasons have you given me not to trust you Mello?" I respond, making my sarcasm evident. He doesn't appear too amused.
"I'm just curious. It would be wrong for me not to tell you that I can't be held accountable for my actions, in your presence anyway." His words were making me a little nervous, but I couldn't let him know that. After all, it's not like he means it.
"Oh yeah, 'cause I'm just that sexy, right?" I tease. His eyes glisten with mischief momentarily before he swings his leg over my thighs and straddles me, much like he had been earlier. His hand moves upward, to my chest, the pressure of it making breathing a little more difficult. It is clear that Mello isn't too happy about this situation. Rightfully so, I suppose.
"You're acting very different Matt. Why is that?" He is smirking, as he usually does, but this time it is not natural, it is forced. His eyes, soft only moments ago, are now burning a hole through me. Still, it is important for me to keep calm. I can't allow myself to yield to him. So, I mimic his smirk and grace him with my most arrogant glare.
"Because you won't go through with it." His eyes dart open as he inhales sharply. He is finally aware I am privy to him. I'm sure he already was, but now he knows that I'm not afraid of him or his new plan.
"Oh. You're so sure of that, are you? What makes you so certain?" He is trying to keep a cool head, but he's failing quite dreadfully. It's no use, he knows he's cornered.
"Well, I guess it's because you're making yourself too obvious Mello." Ah, the moment of truth hath finally arrived. Now is the time I shall discover my fate. . .
"What do you mean by that?" He asks, trying a little too hard to seem ignorant to my accusation.
"It's painfully obvious that you're trying to make me so uncomfortable that I ask Roger to put me in another room. You're so transparent it's embarrassing." Why the hell did I say that? I know I need to maintain a confident demeanor but that was kind of stupid. As evident by the terror displayed on Mello's face.
Before I could even open my mouth to apologize, his lips were crushed violently against mine. Our faces merged into one mass of confusion and hormones. It was much more wet than I had imagined it might be. I don't know why I hadn't imagined it'd be incredibly wet, the human mouth is an orifice of practically nothing but liquid.
That train of thought could most definitely be saved for another time though. Mello's mouth moving so harshly, yet fluently, against my own was far too much of a distraction. I don't know when I began kissing him back, but I had. Even though I had no idea what I was doing, I kept it going, letting his dominant lips lead me.
It felt like a lifetime almost, when surely it had only been several seconds, since we had started, before I am roused back to reality by a hand firmly planted over my jean-covered crotch. I let a gasp escape my throat, the initial shock hitting me like a lead weight.
Suddenly, I feel a draft. Realizing that Mello has pulled away from me, his lips a shade darker than before, I sit up and draw in a deep breath. He is a little disoriented for only an instant before returning to his usual haughty self.
"So, Matt, are you still so sure I have an ulterior motive for my behavior?" I'll admit, I wasn't exactly expecting that kind of reaction. And I thought it was overkill before.
"Yes, I do. Kissing me doesn't establish anything. If I am wrong, than I guess you're just going to have to prove it." That could be a very dangerous statement, given the fact that Mello is apparently the most stubborn person on the face of the planet. Regardless, I can't bring myself to care at the moment. I'm almost convinced that I'm trying to provoke him now.
His lips were heavenly. I can't help but be curious as to how far he's willing to take this. I, myself, have always been socially awkward with everyone. Usually Mello is no exception to this. But right now, I'm not afraid. I can feel a refreshing air of confidence sweeping its way around me.
"Are you calling my bluff?" he scoffs. His body language is almost like that of a wild feline ready to pounce. I flash him a crooked smirk, baring one surprisingly sharp canine tooth.
"Yes. Yes I am." That was all it took for him to lunge forward, ruthlessly pinning my arms to my bed, once again. I'm beginning to become accustomed to this position. Like before, his face was mere centimeters from mine. So close, I could feel the heat radiating from his frustration at my impudence.
As quickly as he had pinned me down, he moved his head down to my neck, where he bit. I jolted from the sudden contact but tried to remain still, the last thing I needed right now was an open neck wound. He wasn't biting hard, in fact, it was more of a nibble.
What am I doing? What the hell happened to that confidence? This shouldn't be happening. I should stop this. But if I did, then he'd just try it again some other time. Not that I'm not enjoying it. If I'm enjoying it so much, why do I want to stop it? I guess I don't want to stop it. Then why am I so terrified? Nerves. It has to be nerves. I like Mello a lot. It would be stupid to put a stop to this. Besides, there is no guarantee that he won't stop it before it gets out of hand.
This is ridiculous. I was doing so well before Mello got the upper hand. I need to establish dominance again. I gear up and, with all the strength I can muster, roll Mello over, myself as well, reversing our previous position. His eyes lock onto mine, quite irate. I lean down and capture his lips in my own, in an attempt to cool him off.
It doesn't do much good, as he grabs me and rolls me ferociously back into the position we started in. This time though, I was inches from rolling clean off my bed. Mello went back to assaulting my neck with his teeth.
Every part of my brain was telling me I should stop this, but my body wasn't so inclined as to obey it. It felt far too incredible for me to willingly end it. I am sure I couldn't stop anyway. Adrenaline is the powerful driving force responsible for some of the greatest mistakes in history.
Mello stops abruptly and releases my hands. He grabs the hem of my shirt and yanks up aggressively, pulling it over my head and eventually discards it on the floor. The night air was cold and unforgiving against my bare chest. It didn't stay cold very long, before Mello pushed me back down onto the bed and attacked my collar bone, a little more forceful than he had been with my neck. My instinct led me to bury my right hand into Mello's demonically acquired golden locks.
As the seconds passed, Mello's mouth moved further and further down my abdomen, until he reached my hip, where my jeans restricted him from going any lower. He groaned in irritation at the disruption.
It was then that I realized that he had absolutely no intention of stopping. The realization was hard to swallow at first but, honestly, I had no desire to stop either. Not anymore. My brain's cries of protest transformed into pleas for more contact with Mello. I don't really care about his reasoning at the moment.
I sat up and took hold of the bottom of Mello's black shirt, lifting it and tossing it near my own striped shirt, on the floor. I hadn't really noticed it before, but even in the dim light of Mello's desk lamp, I can see that his skin is a shade lighter than mine. I couldn't resist running my hands down his taut stomach, finally resting them on his hips.
The warmth of our bodies was overwhelming, even in the cool night air. Mello's eyes flickered with a spark of passion that I had yet to see in him. He brought his lips to mine and our tongues danced together as our hands explored the other's body desperately.
His hands gradually made their way down my sides, to the button on my jeans. I could feel him struggle to undo it, but his lips didn't leave mine. Finally, he prevailed. The button snapped open and he eased my zipper down. He broke away from me and tugged firmly on my pants and boxers until he removed them completely. I was now exposed, wearing nothing but my goggles. They didn't remain on for very long.
Mello grabbed them and tossed them across the room. I have no idea where they landed, and I am way past caring at this point. Normally, life without the orange tint was unbearable, but right now, I find that I rather like the natural colors of the world. Well, I liked Mello's natural colors anyway.
It didn't take Mello very long to work his way back down my torso, to the very spot my pants had posed an issue. His hands were still exploring my abdomen, but his mouth seemed to have moved on. It was excruciating how close he was to my, now fully erect, penis. He darted his tongue out to lick my pubis area, avoiding all contact with my cock. I could feel his breathy laughter ghost over my most sensitive skin.
"You asshole," was all I could manage through the pungent erotic track my mind had seemed to wander onto.
"Had enough yet?" He teased, again, his breath tickling my skin, sending chills up my spine.
"Yes." I gasp. He lets out another breathy laugh.
"C'mon, I know you can do better than that. What is it you want Matt?" Okay, he wants me to beg. . . Whatever, I'm not above begging. This teasing is just too fucking much.
"I. . . want you to. . . blow me." Fuck, I'm surprised that even came out, my throat is as dry as the damn Sahara. Mello let out a little chuckle before finally wrapping his lips around my weeping cock. The sensation was unlike any other I had ever felt. He kept his left hand firmly on my hip as his right went to aid his mouth in the front lines. I couldn't stop my own hand from fisting a bunch of his beautiful fair hair and pushing slightly, urging his head down further.
"Ngh. . . Fuck yes. . ." I trailed off. All words failed me after that, I was starting to see white. For a moment anyway, before all the intoxicating sensations just stopped. I opened my eyes, which had closed involuntarily, to glare disbelievingly at Mello and my abandoned hard on. Mello licked his lips seductively, all the while shooting me a devious glare of his own.
"What the fuck Mello? Not cool," I grunt.
"Calm down stud," Mello spat sarcastically as he fiddled with the button on his own pants. He finally undid it and squirmed out of them, throwing them across the room. We were going to have a hard time finding all our clothes when this is over.
"Give me a second," he says, standing up and darting over to his dresser. He returned back to my bed seconds later with a little tube. I looked closely at it, trying as hard as I could to focus. My brain was still somewhere else but I managed.
"Lotion?" I giggled. Later, I might just be embarrassed for giggling but right now I don't care.
"Yeah, well, it's all that I have. I don't suppose you have any lube?" Well, he got me there.
"Lotion it is then." At my confirmation, he opened the tube and squirted some of the creamy substance into his palm. Then my brain started working again. What the hell did we need lotion for anyway? Penetration? He doesn't expect me to be on the receiving end, right?
Mello grabbed my hand and squirted some of the vanilla scented lotion onto my fingers. He rubbed his hands together, spreading the lotion around, then abruptly grasped my cock. He coated it thoroughly then scooted up my body so that he was straddling my lap. It was clear that he had no intention of dominating me. That doesn't seem much like Mello. Then again, he's in control here, and he knows it. That fact alone seems like it'd be enough for him.
Without further hesitation, I rubbed my lotion slicked fingers together and moved my hand down to my roommate's ass. My middle finger slides in easily, it's still an incredibly tight fit. Mello gasps but lowers himself so that I'm forced to push it in deeper. I slip in my index finger, in response to which Mello groans. It doesn't seem to be hurting him too much. So, I go ahead and add my ring finger to the equation. This time he lets out a slightly pained grunt.
He adjusts to the sensation after a minute or two. I capture his lips in a quick kiss before withdrawing my fingers from him. He positions himself accordingly, barely allowing any time to mentally prepare, before forcing my cock into his entrance. His anal walls gripping tightly to my already tortured erection.
An agonized scream tore through his throat. I kept my hands tightly in place on his hips to steady him. His fingernails dug mercilessly into my shoulder as he tried to get used to the intrusion.
"Are. . . are you alright?" I stuttered, finding it rather embarrassing that I had asked it in the first place. He winced and nodded but it was clear he was still adjusting to the pain. After about a minute and a half of this, he began moving. I let him lead the way, after all, it would probably upset him if I tried to take the lead. He was clearly still quite uncomfortable but kept a surprisingly steady rhythm nonetheless.
"Ah. . . mmm," were the only sounds my hazy mind could produce. Mello's arms snaked around my neck as he let out cries, not of pain, but of extreme pleasure. He began to quicken his pace, until once again, I was seeing white. Surely, this was heaven. Video games dim in comparison to the sanctuary that is Mello's body.
And so we persisted for the remainder of the night, our bodies intertwining together like ivy, all the while the whole of Wammys slept in blissful ignorance. When finally our bodies and minds were drained of all coherence, we fell, quite spent, onto my bed. I could hardly keep my eyes open long enough to say goodnight, let alone try to sort this whole thing out. That would just have to wait until tomorrow. Judging by the slow, steady rise and fall of Mello's sleeping form, I can assume he would agree with me on that one.
A/N: Wahh! Lemon accomplished! Whether or not it was successful, I'm not sure. Anyway, reviews appreciated TONS. Thanks for reading!
