Chapter 9
Matt
The whole room was jumping. Hot, sweaty bodies were grinding, connections being made. I was finishing up my set at a local gay pub I DJ'ed at sometimes when I needed something to do, spinning a amped up remix of Thom Yorke's The Eraser.
"Hey sexy, can I offer you a drink? You look like you can use some 'company'." A attractive young bloke said to me as I walked from the DJ booth. I smiled sheepishly at the complement.
"Thanks, but I'm spoken for. I'm waiting for my boyfriend to come home from the Royal Navy."
I very well couldn't tell people the truth, so I had to make something reasonable up. It's been another 2 years since I've seen Near, far longer than I ever expected.
"Is he as cute as you?"
"Better actually." I said.
Sometimes I even have trouble remembering what he looks like. I only remember the feelings. Those I'll never forget.
"Well I hope you get to see him soon. But if you get tired of waiting, you should come and find me."
I nodded as he walked away. I was used to approaches like this, being young and attractive. I liked the attention however, even if I wasn't going to act on it. I sat down at the bar and lit up a cigarette, a vice I've recently taken to out of sheer boredom.
"Bartender! I'll have a whiskey for myself and a lager for the DJ here." Someone called out behind me. I was used to people buying me drinks on occasion, hoping to get lucky, but the voice was familiar. I turned around and saw the scarred visage of a boy I once knew.
"Mello." I said, a little overwhelmed by the state of him. The left side of his face was badly scarred, likely from a burn of some sort. The scarring covered part of his neck and left shoulder too. It didn't detract from his beauty however. Oddly enough it seemed to enhance it somewhat, adding intrigue. He was wearing a leather vest, and a pair of tight leather trousers that rode low on his hips leaving his flat, hard belly exposed, and a pair of pointy toed boots that made him seem tall, powerful. His whole appearance exuded sexuality, and in a place like this, he was getting a lot of attention. He definitely wasn't the same boy I remembered him as.
"Glad to see you remember who I am. Hello Matt." Mello said.
"What are you doing here? Where have you been? What happened to your face?"
"Long story. I'll have to tell it to you some day," He took a sip from his drink, a satirical smile stretching his face as he asked his next question, a question I was a bit apprehensive about answering, "So, how's Near?"
"N...Not sure. I haven't seen him in a while. 2 years if I'm not mistaken."
Mello nodded.
"He's been doing well."
"You've seen him?!" I sat up excitedly.
"We've had our... dealings."
"Sounds like you're on opposite sides."
"We're on opposite sides of the same side, if you will" Mello said, unwrapping a chocolate bar.
"I see old habits die hard," I took notice of a silver cross hanging from his neck. "You found God or something?" I said, pointing at it.
"Oh I've found it alright, and then I lost it."
"Huh? Just what have you been involved in Mello? Why are you here anyway?"
"I need your help. Help defeating Kira."
I laughed, taking a sip of the lager.
"You want me to help you? Help you beat Near? You're daft." I said, sitting back in my chair.
"Actually you'd be helping Near. You'd be saving him."
"What?"
"Near is in a great deal of danger. He has been for a while. Did you know that nearly his entire investigation team was killed by Kira, with him in the room no less? Did you know that he has regular contact with whom he believes to be Kira? It's just a matter of time. All Kira needs is to know his name or see his face and it's over."
I put my fingers on my lips as a chill went up my spine.
It all makes sense now. It's why he didn't call me.
"Mello, you had better be telling the truth..."
"It's the truth. Now will you help me?"
After a long consideration, I answered.
"Yes."
My feelings were torn. While I felt as if I was betraying Near by helping Mello, if it meant saving his life I was willing to take the risk. Even if he would never forgive me.
"I've got a flat in Los Angeles, when can you leave?"
"What will you need me to do?"
"Surveillance mostly. It's safe."
"I'll go home and pack my things. We can leave tomorrow." I got up from the bar seat and we walked out together. Quite a few people took notice of us, including the guy who talked to me earlier. Shock, I believe would be the word to describe the look on his face. I chuckled to myself as I read his lips.
"That's his boyfriend?!"
The next day we were on a plane to Los Angeles. Mello's flat was small, a bit run-down and in the middle of a seedy industrial neighborhood. Not entirely what I was expecting. I sat down on his sofa, weary from travel.
"So, some background info please. Now that we're working together I need you to tell me everything, what you've been up to." I said.
Mello took out a bottle of scotch from the cupboard, and two glasses. He poured for both of us before sitting down next to me.
"Have a drink. You're going to need it after what I'm about to tell you." I took a sip, the potency of the drink caused me to shiver.
He told me everything. The existence of a 'death note', shinigami, his involvement with the mafia, how he got his scars, and everything else.
"Is this a wind up?" I asked. My speech as a little slurred as I believe I had drank my 3rd glass by now.
"No. I'm afraid it's not."
"How the fuck... Shinigami?!" The very idea just seemed inconceivable to me. I had never been a religious person or someone who believed in superstition.
"I saw it myself, Matt. With my own two eyes. What's up is down and what's down is up right now in the world."
"Fucking hell." I said.
I took another sip. I felt a hand on the back of my head, but I wasn't sure at first since I felt somewhat disconnected. I was a bit pissed, to say the least.
"So this... this 'death note'. You just write someone's name in it and they cork off?"
"Yep. That's how it works."
I felt the hand slip inside my shirt, fingers caressing my back. Mello moved closer to me, placing his other hand on my shoulder. I wanted to tell him to stop. I knew what he was after, but I just couldn't. The room was spinning a bit. Mello's voice sounded like an echo, distant. I tried to focus on random objects in the room, but everything was blurry. Before I had realized it, Mello had removed my shirt, and was placing gentle kisses on my back. I exhaled as his warm lips touched me, and the leather of his clothing creaked erotically.
"It's been a long time hasn't it." Mello whispered into my ear. He started to rub my sides gently with his fingertips. It felt incredible, warm. I nodded in response. He was kissing my shoulders now, moving to my neck, and then turning my head deliberately, attacked my mouth. At first I wasn't very receptive. I wanted to push him away, but the feeling was too incredible. The way Mello kissed was different from Near. Near was gentle, smooth. Mello was forceful, heated. He sucked on my tongue hard. It hurt a little but it was a good pain. Before long I was as into it as he was. There was grunting as our clothes flew onto the floor.
Mello pushed me onto my back, naked and vulnerable. And as pissed as I was, I was hard as rock, my erection lewdly pointing upwards at him. Mello wrapped his hand around it and squeezed gently.
"Unff.."
He started stroking my erection slowly. I moaned deeply, putting a smile on his face. He knelt down and started kissing my chest while stroking me. I grabbed two handfuls of his blond hair as he worked his way lower, sucking so hard on my flesh I was convinced he was leaving bruises. Before I knew it he had taken my cock into his mouth and was sucking hard on it, his mouth making lewd slurping sounds. If it weren't for the alcohol in my system it might have actually hurt, but his aggressive methods are probably the reason I felt anything at all. His head was moving up and down frantically on me. Even in my inebriated state it didn't take long before I felt my orgasm brewing inside of me. I moaned a bit louder. Mello responded by increasing his pace. I was at full tilt now, squirming around as I passed the point of no return.
"Ahhhh! I'm coming! Sssssssssss...aaahhhh." I groaned as I shot my load deep into Mello's throat. He sucked every drop out of me, long after I was finished. My body jumped at the sensitivity.
"Stop...Stop it!" I cried. Mello released me and smiled sadistically. He stood up, showing off his rather magnificent body. His hard cock was pointed straight at me. It was pretty big as well at approximately 8 inches long.
"Now it's my turn."
Mello flipped me over onto my stomach. I saw him take out a small bottle of lube from a nearby drawer. I knew what he was going to do and I was a bit frightened. It hurt when Near had done it to me, so this could only be worse.
Mello straddled me again, pouring the lubricant down the crack of my rear and using his finger to work it in. He slowly inserted his finger into my tight anus. I groaned, unable to formulate any words.
"You're a bit tight, Matt. This is probably going to hurt."
"I don't know if I can handle this.." I said. I'm not sure if he was able to understand me as I slurred my words. He positioned himself on top of me, pushing against my tight hole with his cock. I grabbed a handful of the fabric on the arm of the sofa as he started to push his way in. I cried out as Mello stretched me. He started pushing harder. It seemed to never end. I was nearly screaming now. He stopped his advances and bent over on top of me. The cross around his neck was digging into me.
"Did he ever fill you up like this?" Mello whispered in my ear. I had no response, so he pushed his way further into me. "Did he?"
"Ahhh... No!" I said. He pushed his cock further into me, using his body weight to hold me down. I cried out but he didn't stop. He didn't stop until he buried all 8 inches deep inside of me. My insides felt like they were going to burst. My muscles had just started to relax, accommodate his presence inside of me when he pulled back out and plunged back into me hard. I cried out, tears were falling from my cheeks, soaking into the fabric of the sofa.
I started to think of Near as he fucked me, how Near was always so gentle with me. Mello seemed to enjoy himself more the louder I screamed. He enjoyed hurting me. He always did. Mello must have noticed my mind wandering.
"Say my name."
I said nothing, causing him to pound into me harder.
"Mello!" I said somewhat feebly.
"Louder! I want to hear you scream it." He bit down hard on my shoulder.
"AAHH! MELLO!" I cried out.
He started grunting. His breath was hot on my cheek. He must've been close. The pain inside of me was starting to subside, but I still felt like a pulverized piece of meat. I decided to try and play along, hoping that he would finish quicker. I reached behind me, grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled hard, making him yelp. I wanted to try and hurt him, however it only seemed to provoke him further.
"So you want to play along?" He said. He pulled himself out of me, and then grabbed me by the shoulders lifting me up with more strength then I thought he had. He sat down on the sofa and placed me on top of him facing each other. I felt his cock push back into me painfully as I had started to tighten up a little. I winced in pain as he pushed it all the way in, deeper than he was able to in our last position. His eyes were locked on mine. He leaned in for a kiss, but bit my lower lip instead.
"Oww!"
I slapped him as hard as I could in the face without even thinking about it. He looked angry at first, but a smile grew on his face, revealing some blood in the corner of his mouth. He kissed me hard. I tasted the salty tang of his blood on my tongue. It frightened me, but I actually started to enjoy this. I was aroused again.
"C'mon. Fuck me." I said angrily. Mello started working from his hips, pounding into me. I started stroking myself off furiously, desperate for release once again. He started clawing at my back, digging his nails into my flesh.
"Matt. I'm coming... C'mon shoot your load. Shoot it all over me."
Mello cried out as he filled me up with his semen. Like someone pulled a trigger inside of me, I erupted, shooting my load all over his chest. I grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled his hair as I came.
It was all over. We laid there in that position for a few minutes, sweaty and sticky. I suddenly didn't feel very well. I was dizzy, nauseous, and I was haunted by Near's image. I betrayed him.
I'm sorry Near. I'm so sorry.
I left Mello on the sofa as I ran to the bathroom, a wave of nausea overcoming me. Hugging the toilet, I emptied my stomach. Mello never even got up from the couch to comfort me. I slept on the cold dirty bathroom floor, naked and stained with vomit and semen. Near would have never left me in this state.
Please forgive me Near.
