A.N
Neh, short. As usual no rewrittings.
Reviews would be kind :)
Mello snorted "You're kidding me? I didn't tie you up that tight..." A look of awe on his face. He grabbed Matt's left arm, pulling it in front of his face. His eyes went wide, "Holy hell! You do still have marks! That's incredible!" He exclaimed, kissing Matt's wrist gently. "Are you sure it was from me or were you playing bondage games with someone else?" Mello teased, half wondering if he was right. "You can try to get revenge on me, but I'm warning you, I don't mark up as easily as you. If I did I would of been covered in scars when you met me." He smirked, snaking his arm around Matt's waist, kissing him again.
"And I can promise you that if you suck at topping me, there is no way in hell I will ever let you do it again." He said, inhaling sharply as Matt touched him through the leather. Mello dug his fingers into Matt's back, arching his own back, pressing himself harder against Matt's hand with a moan. "God you have no idea how bad I've wanted you since then." He breathed out. He tried to give himself completely over to the sensation, ignoring the tiny nagging fear in the back of his mind about being topped for the first time in 8 years. Even if it wasn't tonight, it would be sometime soon. He actually hoped Matt would tonight, he needed to do this now or he may chicken out completely.
"That was not bondage that was surprise sex, as if I'd ever let someone else do that to me." Matt replied, sliding Mello off his lap and onto the couch beside him, only to straddle him instead. "I can only imagine how bad you wanted me, but tell me Mello how many people have you had since me?" Matt asked, sliding his hand under the leather that covered his chest, tracing his tongue along the soft skin of the blondes neck.
Mello's head fell back against the couch with a sigh as Matt worked his neck. He ran his hands up Matt's nude back, warming his hands on his smooth skin. "A few, almost all women though. The mob frowns upon homosexual relations, but I'm high enough up, and feared enough, that I can do anything I fucking want now." Mello whispered, writhing beneath him. He slid his hands down, dipping in Matt's pants, grabbing his ass. "Of course it doesn't matter what the bastards in the mob say, I wouldn't give you up for anything, not even Kira's death."
Mello grabbed Matt's face, attacking his mouth. He slid one of his hands down the front of his body, dipping his hand into the front of Matt's pants. He gripped him, twisting his hand, not being able to do much more in the confines of Matt's tight pants. "At least I didn't fuck any of our old schoolmates." He smirked, teasing the boy in more ways then one.
"Ngh sh-she came onto me" Matt panted, digging his fingers into the couch cushions on either side of the blondes head. "Why a-are you jealous?" He stuttered out, tripping over his words. Managing to relax the grip of one of his hands, he worked on pulling off Mello's shirt, which soon ended up in the same direction that his own shirt went in. Tracing the outline of a muscle with his finger, he stopped just above the hemline of his pants. "You grew up well."
"Maybe. Maybe I wanted you all to myself. I'm not very good at sharing." Mello said, moving his hand again. Mello let go of Matt so the boy could remove his shirt. He shuddered as Matt ran his fingers over his skin. He smirked at Matt's comment, "Why thank you, you're not to bad yourself." He said, biting his bottom lip as Matt's hand stopped just above where he desperately wanted it.
"All to yourself my ass, if you're jealous then just say." Slipping Matt's hand under the waist of the pants, he took Mello's mouth back into his own. "I'm glad I'm not bad, wouldn't be good if I was now would it?" He replied, nipping his neck gently, trailing his fingertips along the sensitive skin inside Mello's pants. "Maybe next time I'll get you hammered and use you to my advantage then."
"Of course I'm jealous, but I do want you all to myself." Mello said just before Matt started kissing him again. His breath hitched as Matt's hand dipped into his pants.
Mello moaned, head back as Matt touched him, biting at his neck. Biting got to him, especially on the neck, and pair that with his hand touching the most sensitive area of him... He wrapped his arms around Matt's waist, massaging his soft skin. His hips lifted just a bit against his will, Matt's weight keeping him from moving more. He ran his thumbs up the man's ribs, fingers feeling the lean muscles cording his sides and back. How the hell does he have such a good body when I know he hardly moves?
"Go for it, if you think you can get me drunk. I'm warning you, it's not easy. It would be interesting to see what you would do." Mello replied, breath catching in his throat as Matt touched him, oh so lightly. "Mmmm, Matt, please don't tease me like that. I can't take it, not this time. You can tease me all you want next time, but please not this time. For three years I've dreamed about being with you again. It took every ounce of will power I had not to rape you the minute you opened the door, especially with the way you looked when you did. Please Mattie, please? I'll play bitch for you tonight if you want, just tell me what you want me to do. I just don't want to wait anymore. I'm not a patient person, you know this, and I've waited years for you." Mello begged, knowing Matt would enjoy it. He could of just took charge, doing what he wanted, and he knew Matt would let him, but...he owed him for the first and last time they had sex. Tying the boy up and teasing him to the point of agreeing to sex probably wasn't fair. Especially for his first time. He owed Matt, and to repent he would let his best friend do whatever he wanted to him. For tonight. Next time was a different story.
Feeling Mello raise his hips towards his touch, Matt took the opportunity to slide the leather down, so it rested on his thighs instead. "Since when do you beg and plead?" He asked, taking him properly into his hand. "I thought you said you weren't a softie, or so you were telling me." He asked, stroking him gently. "But I wouldn't have minded you raping me, looks like you missed out." He teased.
Mello gasped as Matt took hold of him, biting his bottom lip to keep noises from coming out. Once he was sure he had his voice under control he spoke, "I'm only a softie with you. You're the only one who could ever make me beg, trust me." He paused, trying to compose himself again. "If I was soft I would of died years ago in this business. As for begging, I was tortured several times and never begged. Only you can get those things out of me, and if you ever tell anyone I will break both your thumbs so you can't play those precious games of yours." He said, voice breathy but deadly serious.
"There's always...next time" He said, breath hitching. He finally lost the battle with himself, moaning, eyes closing. "Now that I know you won't try to kill me, I can do it whenever I want. Like now." Mello smirked, fighting the urge to writhe against Matt's hand.
"You can break both my thumbs, won't stop me playing. Six weeks with two broken hands gives you plenty of time to learn how to game with your tongue." Running his tongue along Mello's jaw line as if to prove a point. "What do you mean like now?" Matt asked, pulling back, tilting his head in confusion.
Mello smirked again, grabbing Matt around the waist, rolling them so Matt laid the length of the couch, Mello on top of him. "Like. Now." He grinned, reaching down to unzip Matt's pants. He pushed the cloth down, taking hold of him, stroking the length of him once. He lowered himself down with one arm, kissing Matt. He moved his hand in earnest, pulling away from the kiss. "I gave you a chance to make me your bitch tonight, you didn't act on it quickly enough." He laughed. "How did you break both of your hands anyways?"
Matt bit his lip, cheeks tainting a light red with the effort of keeping his voice under control.
"I-I tripped o-over next door's cat. Landed a-awkward" He breathed, trembling under Mello's touch. "I'll just get y-you tomorrow then." He promised, moving his hips in in time with the cool fingers.
"God you're such a klutz." Mello sighed, kissing Matt's forehead. He twisted his hand while moving it up and down, smiling at Matt's expression. "Sure you will." He teased in a patronizing tone.
Mello began working his way down Matt's body, still working him. He paused at his chest, looking up at Matt with a sadistic gleam in his eyes. "You know, I could just stop. If I remember correctly, that's what you did to me."
Matt gripped the couch cushions tightly, refusing to give Mello the upper hand and let his voice betray him.
"But you won't because you love me." He told Mello, or rather questioned. He had seen that gleam before, the same night Matt had been dragged along to get drunk. "I will, I've already told you that."
"Are you saying you didn't love me?" Mello grinned, moving lower. He licked the tip of him, ever so slowly, enjoying watching Matt struggle not to move. He took him into his mouth, shallowly, sucking hard. He didn't stay like that though, coming up off of him, sitting up, straddling Matt's legs. "It's only fair that I leave you like this, if you think about it. Maybe I will, maybe I wont...I'm not sure yet." Mello mused, running just the tips of his fingers lightly up and down him.