Why does the word 'changeling' suddenly come to mind when I see the title of this chapter now....?
Chapter 10
"Changing"
That night, when the two boys returned from town, they were surprised to find the house so empty and quiet. Even though they knew that Mello's father and the maid were gone, it was still weird being in the house alone together after so much time of having to check over their shoulders the entire day for who might be watching them. It was like a breath of fresh air, which neither of them were used to.
Matt glanced at the clock in the main hallway: a little after midnight. He knew Mello was probably exhausted by now, especially after being out so long. There probably wasn't much chance of anything happening.
"Say, Mello --" Matt began, as the other boy started up the staircase.
Mello turned around and looked back at him. "What?"
His face burning a deep scarlet, Matt shook his head. "Nothing."
Mello looked at him strangely for a minute, and then turned and walked back up the staircase, Matt following -slightly sulkily- behind him.
"I'm going to get ready for bed, alright?" Mello said, once they were in his room. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Alright." Matt gave an inward sigh. Figures.
When Mello left the room, Matt sighed and sat down on the bed, staring out the window. It wasn't as if he could just come right out and tell Mello what he wanted, could he? Even after all this time, memories of the orphanage still hung heavy in his mind. He was still slightly afraid to try and make those sorts of calls. Mello had always been the one who decided when, where, and how. Though surely things were different by now?
After about five minutes of waiting, Matt looked at the clock again. "Gods, how long does it take him to get ready for bed?" he griped to himself.
It was then that he felt a pair of smooth hands snaking their way into the front of his shirt, and warm lips pressing softly against his neck. "Just five minutes," a silky voice whispered in his ear. The hands that had been trailing down his shirt now began to run slowly and delicately along his chest, sending slight ripples of pleasure throughout his body.
Turning around, Matt was prepared to confront Mello, but the other boy's mouth pressing against his at that exact second changed his mind. Mello's tongue ran along the edge of Matt's lips, and he took no hesitation in parting them; soon Matt was exploring the other boy's own mouth, surprised at just how much he had missed the taste. He wondered if the taste of chocolate had simply been embedded into Mello's mouth since childhood. Not to mention, the other boy's oral fixation with the candy was a pleasure for Matt in itself when it was his turn to be licked.
Black-painted fingernails gripped Matt's shirt, pushing him down on the bed, and he could feel Mello's weight on top of him as the other boy straddled his lap, all the while never breaking their kiss.
When he finally was forced to take a breath, Matt pushed Mello up and gasped for air. "Damn...how'd you learn to do that?" he said, completely breathless.
"From you, I guess." Mello smiled.
It was then that Matt noticed what the other boy was wearing.
"What the hell, Mello?" He stifled a laugh, his eyes traveling down, and then back up again, taking in the entire ensemble.
"Haha, you like?" Mello laughed. He gave the silky material a small stroke. "I found it in my mom's closet. It's rather comfortable."
"I didn't know you liked women's clothing, Mello," Matt teased.
"Hell, I don't know either. I always figured you'd be the one who ended up wearing a skimpy gown one night." Mello shrugged.
"But the funniest part isn't the skimpy gown, Mello..."
"Oh? And what is the funniest part, then?"
"The fact is, you look really good in it..." Matt said.
Mello's face twisted into a wry smile. "It is fairly easy to slip off..."
He needn't say no more than that. Matt grabbed the other boy and brought their lips together again, his hands working their way underneath the silky lace material and running along Mello's back, as the other boy's lips began to make their way down his body; from his lips to his neck, and then to his chest -promptly slipping Matt's shirt over his head in the process- and down to his stomach, stopping at the waistband of his jeans. Smiling slightly, Mello traced a finger along the outside of the other boy's jeans, laughing under his breath when he heard Matt's whimper.
Quickly undoing the other boy's belt, Mello tossed the remaining articles of Matt's clothing to the floor, before leaning down between his legs again.
Mello's hands could work magic, Matt often thought, but it was his mouth that did the real work. All those years of continuously sucking chocolate bars had already made him an expert in this area.
Mello loved to tease Matt, to make him crazy – to the point that the other boy practically had to beg him. His fingers delicately traced along the tip of the other boy's member, watching it harden, and then slowly -ever so slowly- he traced the inside of Matt's thigh, causing the other boy to shudder. He barely had to do anything but touch Matt, and his friend would go half-near insane.
A smirk flitted across Mello's face as he carefully noted the other boy's reaction to every stroke of his hand, every brush of his fingertips. It was obvious he'd missed this.
He leaned forward, closing his mouth around the member. Softly, Mello bit down and moved it in and out. Sucking noises could be heard as Mello's paces became faster, more pleasurable. His hands gently rubbed against Matt's legs, heightening the arousal and making the area his mouth was tormenting even more sensitive. By now, Mello knew exactly what to do to torture Matt, exactly what and where to touch, and when. He knew all of the sensitive areas, all the places that made everything ever more gratifying.
Halfway through, Mello lifted his head up to look at Matt's face; the other boy's face was flushed, and he was panting heavily, clearly with the effort of containing his voice.
Matt managed a dry laugh. "You really...are...good at .... this," he breathed, relaxing a bit as his erection became free of Mello's warm, enticing breath.
"I try my best," Mello replied, forcing a yelp out of the other boy as his hand gave a sudden squeeze to his member. "Haha...that feel good?"
"I...ah....yes..." Matt gasped, and then had to bite his lip to control himself.
Sensing that Matt was almost at his limit, Mello instinctively returned to sucking, his tongue moving around Matt in a way that he knew would satisfy him almost instantly.
Matt closed his eyes tightly, and gripped the covers of the bed, breathing heavily. Mello's mouth was so hot...it practically made him insane. Sure enough, but a moment later, Matt shuddered as he lost himself completely inside of Mello's mouth.
The taste of it was slightly bitter, but Mello barely noticed as he focused on sucking out every last bit, feeling Matt shake against him at every motion.
Finally, when the other boy had been sucked dry, Mello spit out what was in his mouth and wiped his tongue on the bed-covers, trying to get rid of the taste. The other boy was still breathing heavily, his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat. He turned over on his side and looked at Mello, his face still a bright red. His mouth opened as though he was going to say something, but he closed it and averted his eyes from Mello's face. Then, just as suddenly as he had looked away, Matt turned back to the other boy and brought their lips together, sliding his tongue in Mello's mouth, not caring about the taste. Mello's hand reached up and his fingers weakly tangled themselves in Matt's hair. For some reason, he seemed just as drained of energy.
Matt reached down and brushed his hand across the front of Mello's pants, smirking at the other boy's arousal.
"Do you mind?" Mello asked the other boy softly.
"Of course not." Matt smiled. "I'm rather used to it after all."
Mello gave a slightly bitter laugh. "That isn't funny, Matt."
"I didn't say it was."
Nonetheless, Matt laid obediently still as Mello climbed on top of him.
Mello leaned forward to bring their lips together again, the tips of his hair brushing Matt's face. His thoughts were muddled as he slowly lost himself in the familiar sensation of the other boy's touch.
Matt could feel Mello, painfully hard above him, and Mello closed his eyes as Matt slid his hand inside his pants, and softly pulled and stroked him, a small moan escaping his lips. "D-dammit, Matt – s-stop that..." Mello said.
He heard Matt laugh under his breath. "Why? You seem to be enjoying it," he sang.
"Pfht." The pressure on Matt's stomach lifted for a minute, as Mello rolled over and dug beneath the bed for something. "Here we go," he said, pulling out a bottle of baby oil that had apparently been stashed under the bed. "I knew this was in here somewhere..." then the other boy promptly straddled him again with his legs.
"I'll say, you never used any of this at the orphanage," Matt mused, as Mello poured a handful into his hand, bundling the silk gown around his waist.
"Oh, shut up," Mello griped. "I worked with what I had, alright?" Tossing aside the bottle, he reached down and ran a hand along his member, making sure that it would be easy on Matt this time. After years of it not being easy, Mello felt that he owed the other boy.
Even though he knew Mello was taking care this time, Matt still tensed up as he felt Mello's fingers begin to stretch him this time. "..a..h.." he winced a little.
"Sorry," Mello breathed, his eyes apologetic. "Just relax. You have to, or it'll only hurt."
"I've never known how to relax," Matt said, giving a slight laugh.
A pained expression crossed Mello's face as he said this, and Matt caught it.
"I didn't mean it like that," Matt said softly.
"Of course you did. And you're right – I'm sorry."
"Just stop – it's behind us now, alright?" Matt said.
Too tired to start an argument, Mello focused on distracting the other boy as he began to stretch him more. It had never been necessary for him at the orphanage, before, when he hadn't cared whether Matt was in pain or not. But now that things were so different, he didn't quite know how to go about it anymore. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed Matt hard on the lips, drawing his attention away from his lower half.
This didn't prevent Matt's small yelp of pain as Mello thrust himself inside, but Mello quickly shushed him with a gentle kiss, and felt Matt's fingers tangle their way weakly into his blond hair, which was already matted to his face with sweat.
"Are you...okay?" Mello asked, slightly breathless as he looked into Matt's face.
Slowly, the other boy nodded. "Yeah, g-go ahead..." he said.
Matt immediately grabbed a fistful of the sheets on either side of him as Mello began to move inside him, and soon his hands traveled to the thin silk gown the other boy was wearing, gripping handfuls of it tightly as he braced himself against the pain.
"Just relax," Mello whispered gently. "Please, just relax..." he coaxed, his fingers brushing lightly against the other boy's neck.
Although thinking that such a thing would be impossible, Matt closed his eyes and did as Mello instructed, trying to lay still to ease the slight discomfort.
Softly, Mello took Matt's face in his hands and turned his head to look in his eyes. "Focus on me, alright?" he ordered.
Taking a deep breath, Matt nodded.
Kissing him again, Mello began to concentrate on the other boy, moving farther inside and watching the other boy's every reaction carefully. "Just tell me what hurts, alright?" Mello said.
"A-alright..." Matt tried to concentrate on controlling his breathing, as a way of taking his mind off of the rest.
But soon, Mello heard Matt give another small yelp, louder than the first.
"Ah, sorry!" Mello said immediately.
"N-no, that...f-felt good," Matt breathed, his face a light tint of pink and his eyes half-closed.
Breathing a small sigh of relief, Mello aimed to work the same spot again, earning another half-moan from the other boy.
"...a...h.... f-fas..ter...." Matt whispered, gripping the gown tightly as Mello began to move against him harder, his eyes closed and his face flushed, his own hands closing around the sheets to gain some form of control over himself.
Mello's hands ran down and gave Matt's member a long, slow stroke and the other boy leaned his head back, biting his lip to escape the groan that threatened to escape him. Mello's hand tightened around him, and Matt breathed deeply to control the noises he was dying to make.
Mello's hands began a slow, rhythmic motion on the other boy that made Matt grip the silk material Mello was wearing even tighter. When it came to stroking, he knew exactly what to do to give the other boy pleasure; Matt simply melted at his touch.
When he felt himself come, Matt unwillingly cried out -loudly- but didn't try and conceal it; Mello could hear the moans and gasps coming from beneath him as Matt released himself, the whitish sticky liquid spilling over Mello's hands. Just a moment later, Mello's back arched upward, and he felt himself shaking as he reached his own limit. His moan was carefully controlled, and he panted heavily. He could feel himself cry out, rather than hear it; it was as if everything had been cloaked in silence.
Once the both of them were finished, Matt collapsed on his back beside Mello, breathing heavily.
Closing his eyes, Mello took Matt's hand and laced their fingers together. "I love you," he whispered.
Matt smiled and moved close to Mello. "Are you just saying that?"
"Of course not."
Resting a hand on Mello's chest, Matt felt the quickened beating of the other boy's heart. "Mello...do you still remember our first time?" he asked quietly.
"How could I forget?" Mello said, laughing slightly. "I was scared half to death."
"Yeah..." Matt reached up and brushed the hair from Mello's face. "And you said the exact same thing right afterwards."
"I still mean it."
"I know – it just reminded me, that's all."
Slowly opening his eyes, Mello turned to look at Matt. "You miss being kids, don't you?"
"Everything seemed so much easier then. We didn't have to worry about so much," Matt said softly.
"I know." Mello sighed and reached up to touch the other boy's face. "But we've grown up. It does no good living in the past."
"Yeah, I know. Just being here has made me think about it, I guess."
"You've always been a kid, Matt," Mello replied with a slight laugh. "I don't think you've changed that much."
"Yeah...but you have."
"Huh?" Mello opened his eyes and sat up. "You think I've changed?"
"A little," Matt said softly. "You always seem unhappy – there's always something you have to change about yourself, even when everything is perfect."
"Matt, that isn't true," Mello said, though his voice sounded uncertain. "...is it?" he added quietly.
"Sort of," Matt said, not meeting Mello's eyes. "You're more like your father than you used to be."
"No! I'm nothing like him!" Mello said, his voice shaking slightly. "How could you say that?"
"Because it's true."
"No, it's not!" A pained expression crossed Mello's face. "Do you...really think I'm becoming like my father?"
Matt was silent.
"Matt..." Mello reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I haven't changed that much. I'm still the same person – we all change a little as we get older. Even you act a little differently than you used to," he said, even though he didn't believe Matt could ever change.
"Yeah, I guess so," Matt said quietly, still not looking at Mello.
"Matt..." Mello placed his hand under the other boy's face and forced him to look up at him. "I love you. That will never change, alright?" He paused. "Is that what you're afraid of?"
"People's feelings change, too, as they get older."
"But they haven't. I'll always love you, Matt. Don't ever doubt that," Mello replied.
"You hardly ever say that you love me unless you're saying it back, or you think it's what you have to say to keep me. The only time you ever said it freely was when we were kids."
Mello stared at Matt for a moment, the weight of the other boy's words making him speechless. "Matt, I...you know I love you. I didn't think I had to say it for you to believe me."
"Still, it's nice to hear it once in a while. Besides, how am I supposed to tell lately if you love me or not?"
"Matt, I do love you!" Mello said. "Whether you believe me or not is up to you, but I do!" He sighed. "If I didn't love you, do you think I'd work so hard to keep you in the first place?"
"You don't have to work hard to keep me, Mello. I'll stay with you if you tell me to."
"I want it to be your choice."
"It is my choice. The only time I'll leave is if you tell me to."
"And I haven't told you yet, so that means I want you to stay," Mello replied. "I love you."
"I believe you, Mello."
"Then stop messing with me."
Matt smiled slightly. "It wasn't my intention to mess with you."
Mello gave a small sigh and put his arms around the other boy. "You really give me a headache sometimes, you know."
"I don't do it on purpose," Matt replied.
"Let's go to sleep," Mello said. "You've made me tired."
"Alright," Matt smiled and crawled under the covers beside the other boy, wrapping his arm around Mello. "Goodnight," he whispered.
"Goodnight," Mello replied. "I love you, Matt."
"I know you do."
Matt's mother had once told him that it took a very loving, attentive man to care what a woman felt during sex.
He may not be a woman, but the same concept applied, he supposed. Smiling to himself, he looked over at Mello, who had already fallen fast asleep – and felt a certain sense of contentment wash over him.
-End of Chapter 10-
I know the lemon didn't come at the 'end' of the story, but I think I still built up some anticipation to it.
Matt really misses the way Mello used to be when they were kids. I think Mello has become more like his father over time, and that's what Matt doesn't like. But I can agree – even I like Mello better as a kid, haha. Matt misses the whole 'kid' thing entirely, because he felt so much more innocent back then, and nothing really mattered.
Towards the end of the chapter I was listening to "Powder Snow" by Ayumi Hamasaki, so that made me really depressed. Well, not really depressed, but – you know what I mean. Listen to the song sometime, it's really pretty :)