Handcuffed. To a bed. Shirtless, though I know I'm gonna be losing my pants soon to. Oh fuck. No, seriously. That's what's gonna happen.

I mean, who's fucking idea was it to buy Mello handcuffs for his birthday? Oh that's right, B and L. Some fucking help they've been. And I know that's not all in that fucking box, because I can hear Mello going through it just out of my line of vision. Bloody hell... That sucks. Like, seriously. I don't wanna have kinky birthday sex... Doesn't this make it even more like rape? I mean, sure, I'll enjoy it and all... But this is kinda weird. Damn.

I make a lame attempt at struggling, since the handcuffs aren't any little kiddie plastic shit that you could break my flexing to wrists a little. Hell no. These are... Well. Metal, for one. And fluffy, actually. What the fuck? Adult stores, I officially hate you all.

And so, it comes as quite a suprise when I find myself face to face with Mello again, that dangerous smirk in place as he stares down at me. Now, that's a little bit closer than I'm currently happy with. Sadly, I don't exactly have the chance to push him back and try and regain my badly popped personal bubble.

Instead, my bubble gets even more crushed, Mello's lips finding mine as his hands move to tug at my belt, getting rid of it in seconds. I dunno how he does that, to be honest, but I don't have much time to dwell on that, since within the minute my jeans had met the same fate as the leather, landing on the floor far out of my reach. Then again, anything that isn't within five centimetres of my fingers is out of my reach. He could or put them on my face and I wouldn't have been able to reach them.

I hope he doesn't blindfold me.

Ok, that might sound retarded, but trust me. I can't deal with not being able to see. When I used to go to little kiddies parties – the ones where you played organised games while the parents stood about and chatted, y'know the type? – I always used to freak out at the games where you had to wear blindfolds. I dunno why. Probably some weird fear of the dark or something. Fuck knows. I do know, however, that I'm gonna kick him right in the centre of those tight, silky red boxers if he tries to put one on me.

There's a pause while Mello plays with some stuff I can't see, and then I hear a soft squeak. It takes me a moment to realise that I was the one that actually made the sound, and a little longer to realise I'm talking. Shit.

"Um... There won't be any blindfolding... Right, Mello?" He looks up, slightly surprised, before frowning and tossing something off the bed. I now officially hate L and B. And if B wasn't so damn scary, I'd kick him in the fucking balls when I next see him. But I won't, since I kinda value my life.

Sighing softly, Mello moves back to me, fingers stroking slowly over my wrists, which are still held firmly captive by those fucking retarded handcuffs. For a moment I think he's about to take pity on me and release me, but that hope is quickly thrown to the dust as he smirks again, fingers sneaking down my body to tug lightly at the waistband of my boxers while he sets about softly nibbling and sucking at the skin of my neck.

And yeah, even though I am pissed about being restrained when there's obviously no need for it, I can't help but respond to the attack at the sensitive expanse of skin just above my pulse point, squirming a little and accidentally making my underwear ride a little lower, exposing a little more skin to Mello's greedy fingertips.

Greedy because they just keep touching, unable to leave a single patch of uncovered skin alone, making me twitch and wriggle every so often as he finds areas that cause more of a reaction than others, abusing said areas mercilessly before moving on to find somewhere else to put his hands.

I groaned softly as his fucking teasing hands finally decided it was acceptable to move back to my boxers, tugging them down to my knees so he could put his hand there, forcing me to bite my lip to avoid gasping out, or probably making some loud, effeminate noise of pleasure. Don't judge me, damnit!

It continues in this way for quite a while – it feels like ages to me, anyway – before I start becoming unable to keep back my voice, soft moans steadily growing louder as the seconds ticked by, and I could actually feel my body about to burst (not literally) just as he stopped, chuckling darkly. Yeah. He knows perfectly well what he just did, and it doesn't make me fucking happy.

So, being the total fucktard I am, I wriggle and groan and let my legs twitch about as Mello slowly strips himself down, leaving my underwear halfway down my legs. Why the fuck he decided that'd work I'll probably never know, so I try to ignore it. Not that it's easy, since it kinda restricts my movements.

My eyes follow the movement of his left hand as it gropes about on the bed to retrieve something while he happily plays with himself with his other hand, not even seeming to be thinking about what he's doing. What a knob. No pun intended, pervert.

I raise an eyebrow as I take in the appearance of the small tube he eventually picks up, frowning a little and whimpering as he just smirks, flicking open the lid after checking the label and chuckling softly. Now that makes me nervous. Or rather, it would've made me nervous if I wasn't almost in pain with how badly I needed release. Seriously, it's not even funny... Another reason why being handcuffed sucks.

He didn't seem to notice though, instead focusing on slowly covering his first three fingers in the slightly bluish, translucent lubricant. That on its own was enough to make me blush, even without the thought as to where those fingers were going to actually be put. And yeah, I know perfectly well where they're going, thank you very much, but I'm trying not to focus on that right now, because it makes me ache almost painfully.

I make a strange sound of objection as he leans over my body and rolls me onto my front, one of his fingers sliding easily into me and making me feel vaguely whore-ish. Don't question it, ok, it's just... Weird. Yeah.

Blushing at the position this put me in – basically arms and face against the pillows at the top of the bed, with my butt stuck up in the air and held in place by his hands on my hips – I wriggled a little, managing to get the slightest bit of fraction from his arm, which just about brushed over... more sensitive parts of my anatomy. And trust me, that kind of touch when you're that close isn't pleasurable as much as it's painful. Really painful.

He seems to realise this, and as he pushes another finger into my entrance he takes hold of my arousal, squeezing slightly as I immediately buck my hips forwards, groaning loudly, although the sound gets kinda muffled out by the pillow I've crushed my face into. Which is also sort of restricting my breathing, but I'm getting enough oxygen, for now at any rate.

He makes a soft groaning sound as he pulls my body back into place with the hand on my cock – weird feeling, let me tell you – and I take a wild guess that maybe he's already imagining something perverted. Y'know, since it is Mello and all.

Rather suddenly, I feel a really odd tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, and I twitch, biting down on the soft material underneath me to stifle my sounds, my fingers and toes curling up as my body rocks back a little against Mello's hand. I have to muffle another loud groan, realising he's pretty much up to his last knuckle. Fuck.

I can't help but wonder how this must look to him, but quickly shake the thought from my head, my body shaking slightly from the onslaught of sensations; he's still slowly stroking me.

I suddenly gasp out, my whole body going rigid as he presses against my prostate, hand still slowly moving as I buck forwards, releasing rather violently over his hand and the bed, my legs immediately sliding out from underneath me as I feel Mello removing his fingers from me, that strange, tingling sensation still somewhere it really shouldn't be as I feel something larger pushing against me.

Groaning a little, though even I can't tell if it's in objection of not, I turn my face away from the pillow, panting for breath as I feel myself begin to harden all over again, my nails biting into my palm hard enough to leave small marks that I can still feel even when I uncurl them to grasp the headboard as he sheaths himself in a single solid movement, moaning loudly as that weird tingling amplifies itself tenfold, my whole body shuddering a little as he thrusts shallowly into me, almost experimentally, grunting softly.

I moan loudly, pushing back against him in a way very, very unlike myself. Yeah, I'm horny, what of it?

He seems to like it though, since moments later I'm back in the position I was in before, only this time it's definitely not his fingers pumping in and out of me, slowly picking up speed and becoming rougher, making me yelp and groan each time he thrusts in, pushing me closer and closer to the edge again as the hand I already came in moves to stroke me again, lubricated by... Well. Yeah.

Blushing a bright red, I can't help but moan out his name, barely seconds away from begging before he hits my prostate, hard, and it feels so much better this time as he grinds against me, almost making me scream at the sheer sensation.

It carries on for what feels like both an eternity and a second, before I yell out my second release, at the same time he moans his, and I feel warmth filling me even further, making me groan as he both collapse against the sheets.

"H-happy birthday... Mello. I love you.."