A/N: Really sappy chapter, but I hope you like it!
Enjoy!
(Matt P.O.V)
I wasn't usually this horny, in fact I hadn't been so for a many number of years, but the fact that Mello had been gone for a whole month because of another expedition was driving me bonkers. I was always able to touch and feel him, and it usually got me through the day when we couldn't have any alone time. But with him gone I was losing my mind with want. Even more, I was becoming quite short with the kids lately due to my needs, and I had no way to tell them the truth about the matter. I was left alone because of that and it took a lot to make them realize it had nothing to do with them.
Mello would be back today anyways, so I didn't have much to worry about anymore.
When he finally came home, it was an hour or so later before he saw to me. It wouldn't be until later that night that I'd give him a proper welcome home, but with how desperate I was I decided to reinitiate my plans with the hotel. Winston was more than happy to look after the kids while I took Mello out for dinner as a welcome home. The kids were more than annoyed about leaving them behind, but I knew they'd be too occupied later on to care.
The moment we were alone, Mello started with the questions.
"Did you get them into the school?"
"Yup," I answered, keeping my eye on the road. However much I wanted to avoid a serious conversation, I knew Mello was against them going into school. However, we both knew it was better for them than staying at home and doing nothing. Who knows, they might actually like school for all we knew.
"Alright." He sighed out. "I guess that's it then. Prepare to have their lives ruined."
"Well… how about this." I suggested. "We put one of them into school and see how they do. If anything happens in the first few days, we pull him out and keep him home."
"What does this accomplish?"
"More than you think. Just trust me. And stop worrying tonight, we're out to have fun while you're in town. Who knows when you're going to be hopping another plane outside of home again."
He hummed. "You're just desperate for some alone time with me."
I paused. "Well… that to. But who says we can't enjoy dinner as well? I'd rather wine and dine before getting down to anything."
I could just feel the eye roll. "You still haven't changed since we were teenagers. Only this time you got stubble."
"Uh, it's a beard." I scoffed at him. "You'd better recognize."
Another eye roll. "It's a soul patch at best."
"A type of beard!" I asserted.
He then pinched my little spot of facial hair. "Aww, it's like a small mouse! You conditioned it!"
I elbowed his arm away, not even trying to stop the smile. "Shut up! You know you love it!"
He chuckled at me and I could only smile in return. I'd missed Mello's laugh.
We made our dinner reservations on time at the hotel, but it didn't last long since we were both anxious for our alone time. We wouldn't be back until morning, that was evident, but I didn't want the night to end so early. In truth, I don't believe Mello did either. I believe he missed me just as much as I missed him. We weren't separated often and when we were we always kept tabs with each other. This time, however, our surveillance system had been hit with a virus and it took forever to get it up and running again. By then, I couldn't get a lock on Mello's signal and I had to stick with calling him every morning to make sure he was alright.
It had been a rough month without Mello. And I was more than happy to have him back home and in my arms once again.
We finished our dinner early and made for the rooms almost instantly. Since the kids were in the house, our private time was either interrupted by a fight or demands, or it didn't happen at all since we were both tired. I didn't mind that, however, being that just holding Mello in my sleep was enough for me. But there were just days where I wanted to lock the kids in their rooms so I could have my own time with the blonde. But such an act was considered child abuse, so I calmly waited for my chances to arise. More times than not I was amazed at myself for how utterly calm I was whenever we were interrupted.
Tonight though, I didn't have to worry about any kids. No fights, no demands, and no waiting. Just a night between me and my blonde.
Mello was not fazed in the slightest when he saw the hungry look in my eye. "My poor Matt. Are you just dying to get a hold of me?"
I think my eye twitched. "More than you believe."
He patted the king sized bed. "Then lie down and enjoy the show."
"A strip tease? From you? This has to be my birthday or something." I joked as I removed my coat.
"You wish." He grumbled. "But, let's call this a gift since you've been more than patient with me and the kids."
I shuddered. "Do not mention the 'K' word tonight. I want this moment to be perfect."
He bowed to me in jest. "Of course, your highness."
With my coat and shoes off, the show could begin.
Mello still wore everything, aside from his shoes, but waited for me to get comfortable before slowly sliding his jacket off of his shoulders, revealing his silk shirt underneath. The rest of his movements were slow and deliberate. Playing with his hair, touching his own body, and ever so slowly flicking off different items of clothing.
The whole time he moved I kept my smile on my face.
Ever since we were younger Mello had been the sexiest man I knew. He was tight, thin yet curvy, and his skin was softer than silk itself. He'd kept that about him for years and he was still the sexiest person I knew. The one thing that held my attention the most were his eyes. Bright and shining like a clear blue sky in winter, and sparkled like a thousand stars from the sky. His face just perfectly carved to fit into the palm of my hand. His eyes were what first made me fall for him, but it only got better when I noticed how curvy he really was. Hips and ass perfectly rounded, nice legs, and a soft touch from his hands. Everything I could want in one package. What sealed the deal? His brain. I could listen for hours as he went about what he learned or what he was writing about, and just get lost in his voice. Some people thought I was crazy for falling for him, but I couldn't help it.
His shirt slipped off and my pants became tighter. There was nothing sexier than my man without his shirt.
Yes, Mello was a handful, but the fact that I'd been able to tame him, that he was with me and me alone, and that no one else could have him, just sent me over the top. I liked the challenge I got with him, the utter animalistic nature that only calmed for me and rose again in the heat of the moment, sent my body into shivers of delight. No one had this effect on me, and I didn't want anyone else to anyway. Mello was perfect for me, and I'd be damned if anyone else got to see and touch this man the way I could.
He was all mine.
His buckle flipped open and I felt my mind go hazy. He was truly making me wait for this, but I could handle it. The show had barely even begun.
I was always protective of Mello because he knew how sexy he was. I remember a time when he barely used to change in front of me because he was so shy about himself. I knew why, too. He had felt wrong about himself since the day he had been raped by that perverted noble. No… not day. More like months. And the moment he was free he had learned that the human body was a disgusting thing, meant for only sins. It's why he'd been shy about sex, and I knew I shouldn't have persisted him when we were younger. And I had no excuse for my actions… I wasn't thinking about Mello then. It had only been about what I wanted.
Down went the leather pants and soon I was the only one fully clothed.
He crawled up to straddle me, and his lips met mine. I didn't know when he'd taken off my clothes, but it wasn't long before there was skin to skin contact. It was hard to concentrate with his lips nipping and sucking at my neck, but my thoughts were still active.
I had to say it at least once before we continued.
"I love you Mello. You know that, right?"
His actions slowed to a halt and he looked up at me. "Of course, Matt. Where was that from?"
I combed my hand through his hair and kissed his temple. "I just don't think I tell you enough times. I always make wise cracks about how sexy and beautiful you are, but I never tell you how much I'm in love with you. I just need you to know that it's never just about sex. Even if all I could do is hold you close to me for the night, it's enough to make me the happiest man on earth. Even right now I don't care about sex. I just need your love, and I can feel more than happy enough to let you go again and hope that you'll return. You've been my best friend since we were kids, and sharing something so intimate with you is the greatest honour I could have."
I kissed him more passionately this time before breaking off and repeating, "I love you."
I couldn't quite see in the dim light, but I knew there was a tear in his eye. I wasn't a romantic person, that much was obvious, but I could show my love to the best of my ability. Even if it wasn't much, I needed him to know how much I cared for him… how much I needed him… and how much I truly loved him.
He kissed me back with just as much passion. "I love you to, Matt. Forever and always."
And the night continued once more.
There's a huge difference between sex and making love. It may sound like it's the same but it isn't. Sex was meaningless, a stress relief, and there for the young generations. Mello and I had had sex before, but we'd also made love.
Love was intimate, close, and filled with a fiery passion. That fire never died between Mello and I. We'd kept it strong even when in the darkest of times, and we never lost sight about what we'd fell for in each other. Yes, I was lazy, unmotivated, and an ass most times, especially when I cracked a joke at the wrong time. But I was there for Mello when he needed me. When he cried I let him cuddle into me for support, and I did everything in my power to make sure his smile never died. It'd been that way since we were kids, and I prayed to whatever force that watched over us that it would remain that way until the day we died.
I woke up the next morning cuddled next to my blonde, a haze of ecstasy washing over me. Even after twenty or so more years, he was still able to make me smile just by existing. He barely had to do a thing to grab my attention, and I was still willing to jump at his very command. I was happy to have this with him. This closeness… this bond. It was the best part about our relationship. We were best friends… partners… lovers… and so much more.
And I wouldn't trade what I had for anything.
