When They Realized They Didn't Have Much Longer
Their lives had become hazy. The boundaries and restrictions that once held them together were now unclear, and had almost fallen away. Now it was desperation, need, and strained love that kept them from killing each other on some days.
Matt was abusing drugs again, Mello suspected ecstasy, but he did nothing—even when he found them on the counter. There as a slight… distance, even though Mello was taking precautions to keep Matt at their location more. The redhead never once took anything in his presence.
There was a scar on his face now that seemed to make everything's cost seem closer. As though the outside world was invading their tiny sanctuary. They both knew. That feeling of finality overshadowing their movements was all too revealing.
They were both more violent with each other, though there was an understanding that it was the buildup of stress that accumulated as Kira took over the world. It felt like it was only them versus the world. However, Mello was still a little careful. He knew, no matter how Matt denied it, the gamer was fraying. No matter how many times Matt told him he could take anything, Mello tried to be careful to a certain extent. He wasn't truly keen on really harming Matt. He knew that sometimes the redhead would piss him off on purpose, the wily bastard, just wanting to get off in a more violent manner.
There had been times lately where Matt couldn't calm him down, and Mello was getting progressively worse about it.
Matt and Mello held each other, tightly, covering each other with kisses and bites. Mello yanked Matt around by his vest, forcing him onto the floor.
They were in a small apartment across town from where they used to be, and they didn't know when or where they were going to go next.
Matt held onto Mello, his fingers searching for zippers on the leather vest, a frenzied attempt to touch skin. Mello tore his hands away.
"No. Do it with your teeth, like the dog you are," Mello commanded, smacking him. Matt obeyed, pulling off Mello's leather shirt with his teeth, cheek stinging from the blow. "Where's your collar?" Mello struck him again, pushing him away. Matt pulled his vest and shirt off, revealing a few scars Mello had inflicted on him. There was an M that stood out pink against his chest, just below his collarbone. There was a matching one on Mello's chest, but Matt's seemed to have been traced more than once.
Mello put the collar on him, one that was leather and had a ring at the front. He looped a finger through it and used it to throw him back to the ground.
"You stupid masochist," Mello smirked as he straddling him, "You love this, don't you?"
"You know me too well," Matt coughed and Mello lifted him up for a kiss by the collar.
"You're so fucked up."
"Hypocrite."
"Shut up, dog."
Matt obeyed and Mello got off of him, and dragged him back to the bedroom. He held the collar, trying to lessen the pressure so he could breathe easier. Mello pulled him up to his feet, eyes watering.
"You want it to hurt, Matty?"
"Yes!" he choked out.
"How much?"
"Make me scream."
"Beg for it. Like a dog." His scarred face was more beautiful than ever. He pulled Matt's goggles off and put them to the side. "Look me in the eyes and beg."
"Make it hurt, Mello, I want you to hurt me," he said, his voice raspy with want, lust.
"On your knees, you don't deserve to look at me."
Matt dropped to his knees, hanging his head. Mello kicked him down. He yelped and began picking himself up.
"No, you idiot. I didn't tell you to get up!" he kicked him back down, onto his stomach. "Go fetch me chocolate, now!" he snapped and Matt scrambled to his feet. "Not fast enough!" He was slammed into the door. He flung it open. His heart was racing, getting a rush. It was an act to a certain extent, but Mello… was just damned sexy when he was like that.
He ran back, and Mello had his smirk. The dangerous one. The one he loved. Mello stepped towards him, slowly, smoothly, tight leather pants whispering with each step, hips swaying.
"Not fast enough, dog," he purred and took the chocolate from Matt's hand. He unwrapped it, and with his teeth snapped off a bite, the sound sudden and loud in the silence. "Guess I'll have to make you scream for me after all," he said and softly kissed Matt. He melted into the blonde, the taste of the dark chocolate sending an intoxicating shudder of anticipation down his spine.
"I deserve it," Matt whispered.
"Oh, you do," Mello chuckled, voice as dark and smooth as the chocolate he ate. He snapped off another bite, icy blue eyes not leaving Matt's hazel green.
He looped his finger through the ring on the collar, and Matt was thrown against the wall. Snap. Mello set the chocolate aside on the nearby black dresser, and held Matt's arms against the wall, crushing his wrists.
"You're so tense, darling," Mello smirked, "Scared?"
"No," Matt panted.
"You probably should be, at least a little. You never know how unpredictable I might be."
He kissed Matt again, but there was nothing tender about it. Mello was merely contemplating his means of making him scream.
Oh that would be amusing.
"Pants off."
Matt obeyed as Mello released him. Mello swung a computer chair into the room. Chains were draped across his shoulder, a roll of duct tape and a blindfold in one hand.
"Sit, dog."
Matt sat in the chair, his chest leaning against the back of the chair. A blindfold was pulled over his eyes, and butterfly kisses placed along his shoulders, a shiver getting sent down his body again. He heard the tape getting unrolled. His wrists were taped together, around the chair's back. A soft kiss on his neck- and then cold metal chain around it, forcing him to lean back.
"You sure you want me to fuck with you?"
"Mello-"
"Good, 'cause you're lucky I'm just as much of a fucked up guy as you." The chains were moved and fitted across his back, securing him to the chair. Tape covered his wrists again, keeping them against the back of the chair. "You're an awful silly son of a bitch, you know that, baby?" Mello purred, running his hands through his unfortunate lover's hair. Matt smirked a little in reply. Wasn't it obvious? Fingers ghosted up his sides, feather light, leaving a slight tingling sensation behind. And then suddenly they were gone, and then the blindfold was too.
Mello was sitting on the bed, watching him, with a smirk.
Matt blinked.
"Well?"
"Change of plans. Slightly."
"W-what?" Matt's voice rose in disbelief. No way.
"Well, I've got to decide just how sadistic I'm going to be, and just how I'm going to screw you up. I'm going with the best option. You want me to fuck you up?"
"Yes."
"You'll have to wait."
"W-what?"
Mello started undoing the laces of his pants. He slowly pulled them off. Slowly, sensuously.
Realization dawned in Matt's eyes.
"Mello… you… you…"
"Oh yes, I'm serious." Mello kicked them off, stretching out luxuriously to ensure that Matt had a perfect view, and started stroking himself. Matt scowled, but of course, he couldn't look away as Mello arches his back gracefully, moaning, putting on a show. Matt thought this was horribly wonderful. So sick and twisted. Entrancing torture.
Honestly, he hurt he was so hard.
He needed friction so, so fucking badly. He tried moving, but there wasn't anything he could do. The chair's back didn't come down far enough, the bar that held it wasn't close enough, and Mello was four feet away, putting on the hottest show of jerking off.
Mello leaned his head back, closing his eyes, though Matt's face was rather priceless. He knew just how to drive him… insane.
"Oh Matt—" he moaned as he went at it faster, doing everything he could do to make it as erotic as possible to watch. He had made sure his hair had spilled in a messy array on the covers, and every noise he made was worthy of any whore. "Yes, God, Matty!"
"Mello, you fucking slut, I hate you!" Matt shouted, struggling rather violently.
Yes, Mello had to keep himself from laughing. "Oh, yes!" he moaned, pumping himself faster. He kept at it and drove himself to his climax with an extremely loud moan, thrusting into his hand—and Matt's chair toppled over. He'd been desperately trying to do something to get what he wanted, and so far, nothing was working at all, and he'd just managed to fall over, which was really, really dumb in his opinion.
Mello laughed, panting a little as he wiped his hand on an old towel by the bed that just hadn't made it to the laundry yet. He rolled off the bed and pulled Matt back up.
"I bet if I touched you once you'd come for me," Mello smirked. Matt looked positively furious. Mello leaned down to ever so gently kiss his neck. "You're not that lucky though."
Mello slid a cock ring on him.
"Mello, I am going to kill you."
"Really now? You should take that back, 'cause I might decide I want to get a new bar of chocolate… go watch a movie or something… I think I'm missing some show on TV."
"Mello-don't!" Matt gasped.
"You still want me to make you hurt?"
"Yes!" he was squirming again, and Mello's smirk just got even more self-satisfied. He leaned forward and kissed Matt roughly, and there was rather suddenly a knife in his hands.
"Wanna scream?"
"Yes!" Mello noted that Matt's eyes were probably more lust-filled than he had ever seen them. Hazel-green lust.
Delicious.
Mello stepped around him, surveying the skin of his lover, slightly glistening with sweat. He sat down on the edge of the chair, legs around matt, who shuddered, trying to lean into the contact he craved so desperately.
"Oh no, dog, you don't deserve that."
He slid the edge of the knife along Matt's collarbone, just enough pressure to let blood bead up on the surface of his skin. He moved it to the redhead's shoulder, and in a deft motion it flicked across his skin. Matt gasped, wincing. Mello licked the wound's length and Matt's winces turned to groans. Mello moved up and bit his neck, drawing out another gasp.
"Noisy aren't we?" he whispered, licking and nibbling the lobe of Matt's ear. He slid his arms around him and ripped off the tape. Matt yelped and Mello quickly unchained him, grabbed the ring of the collar and dragged him up, throwing him on the bed. He held Matt's arms down, crawling over him. He was already hard again, but he wasn't quite done screwing with Matt's mind.
He licked down the line of blood on Matt's chest, down, and licked his nipple, and looked up. Mat was panting.
"Mello—fuck me now damn it!" he moaned, "Fuck me now, please!"
"Fuck me now, please?" Mello snickered, but decided that he'd probably screwed with Matt enough after all, and flipped him over.
Without preparation or lube, Mello thrust in, going fast and deep. Matt screamed, hands fisting in the covers, his hips moving, and he tried to pull off the ring, but Mello wasn't going to have it. He rolled them over, Matt groaning, caught somewhere between anger and pleasure. He held the redhead's arms back to keep him from pulling it off.
Matt wasn't really sure if this was bliss, or what.
It was Mello, that's what it was.
It was Mello, tasting of blood and chocolate, teeth and tongue on his skin, driving deep inside him, pounding his sweet spot.
Mello growled and took the ring off, and with one thrust into his hand, Matt came with another scream, this time of his lover's name, hips jerking. Mello was sent over the edge as well, with a loud cry of his own.
Their chests heaving, Mello pulled out and Matt winced a little.
"Sorry Matty, but you were begging pretty fiercely," Mello panted, and in a complete contrast to their previous actions, he cuddled against Matt, spooning him comfortably.
"Don't you dare apologize for mind-blowing sex. Ever," Matt said his voice a little bit raspy.
"We're really screwed up."
"No, really?" Matt scoffed, but he was smiling.
"I need t'patch you up, Matty-boo."
"I'm fine. And if you start calling me Matty-boo, I swear, every time you do, I'll…"
"Wow, run out of threats?"
"Yesterday I threatened you so much after you broke my Shadow of the Colossus disc I can't think of a new one."
That… had indeed been a rather nasty incident.
"Anyway, I'm fine," Matt said, and Mello decided that they probably both looked pretty exhausted. Matt kissed him slowly, softly, passionately.
"Love you, Mihael."
"I love you too, Mail."
"I'm gonna go get a drink."
"M'kay."
Matt and Mello came back to bed again, but this time they were slower, keener on just expressing love than satisfying their lust.
They leaned their foreheads together, just talking, Mello tracing words on Matt's back, smiling. It was sunset now, and they watched as it sank into dusk, Matt's vision once again filtered by an orange tint.
Tonight, it was Marseille, France.
And that was when they knew they didn't have much longer.
A/N: This was so typed up while I was watching FFVII Advent Children. XD Written while learning about STDs. I was laughing so hard the whole time, and only one of my friends knew why, and she was laughing too. I let her read the notebook I write this in. And this chapter is also why it took so long to get it up.
Fun fact: They started having sex on page 69. Just to let you know. XD