A.N.
This. Took. FOREVER.
Longest thing ever written in one go *Celebrates*
Lemon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note
Matt
Mello emerged from his second shower of the day, having rinsed away the jam that coated his body he lounged on the couch in a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, watching some lame sitcom with canned laughter in the background. I watched him in the comfortable silence, having scrubbed away the chocolate (Much to Mello's protests) and pulled on some old sweats.
Mello's fingers traced his scar in slow circles, flinching as the tender skin broke. I sighed, grabbing a damp cloth, moving to sit next to him and gently dabbed at the open wound. "You need to stop messing with it." I told him quietly.
"Or what? It'll scar?" He let out a snort of derision. "Don't make me laugh Matt."
"I never said that. You know as well as I do how easy it is for burns to get infected."
"Yeah yeah." Mello grumbled, letting me clean up what he had created. I pulled my hand away, folding the cloth over in my lap. "I'm disgusting." He murmured softly, facing away.
"No you're not. You're lucky to be alive." I told him, pressing the cloth back against the bleeding skin, pretending not to notice when he flinched in pain.
"I'm surprised you can touch it without feeling sick."
"Why would I feel sick? Do you feel sick when you see my hands?" I reasoned, brushing his hair away to stop it from falling into burn.
"I don't see your hands, you keep them covered with your gloves, I don't have a fucking choice on who'll see mine. Not like I can wear a balaclava all the time or just pull all my hair in front of my face like that creepy girl from The Ring." Mello grumbled , jerking away from my hands. "I'm fucking hideous." He seethed, folding his arms across his chest keeps his eyes firmly locked on the television.
"No you're not. You're still the same cocky ass you always were. Your body just has marks from your struggle with Near s'all." I told him quietly, letting him lean against my chest.
"This from the guy who used to hide my chocolate and call me names when I was little?"
I smiled quietly. "This from the guy who almost gave me a heart attack when he re-enacted The Human Centipede in our bedroom?"
Mello paused for a moment, but I could feel the large grin spread across his face. "Okay, we're even." I stroked his hair gently, feeling him tense under my fingers for a fraction of a second before going all but limp against me. "You still smell like chocolate spread." He mumbled against my chest.
"Yeah. I couldn't make it go away."
"Don't, I like it."
"Of course you do. It's chocolate." I grinned, reaching over for the remote, turning the volume of the T.V. down to a more adequate level for my small apartment. Mello's fingers gripped my shirt tightly as I moved, almost determined that I wouldn't move away from him. "Do I smell that good?" I asked, smiling as he nodded. "And people think you're some hard ass mafia syndicate leader." I mused.
"I am."
"You're holding me like I'm going to disappear."
"So sue me that I didn't get the luxury of hugs." He huffed.
"I didn't either." I reminded him. "In fact, I used to room with this insane guy called Mello who'd sexually harass me and break my video games." I grinned. Mello thumped my chest lightly in mock anger before letting the comfortable silence fill the air once more. But this time it was different, the air thick with something I couldn't entirely understand, a lump residing in the back of my throat. I'm sure Mello felt it too as his breathing was slightly erratic, though he did his best to cover it up, forcing himself to inhale and exhale in a steady manner. "Mell?" I asked tentatively, worried that his position on me was hurting him.
He looked up for a moment, arms slipping around my neck. He leaned forwards, pressing his lips against mine. The gesture itself was in no way unusual, Mello had kissed me many times before but this was so much more. His teeth sank into my bottom lip playfully, asking for entrance to my mouth which I gave to him, letting his tongue slip into my mouth, battling with my own, before he managed to dominate the kiss. His fingers dug into my back, twisting themselves into the shirt as he straddled my lap, pushing me backwards into the couch, hands slipping into my hair.
I pulled away from the kiss, gulping down air, my lips slightly swollen. "W-What are you doing?" I murmured as his mouth slid along my neck, biting and sucking lightly, one hand sliding underneath my shirt.
"What does it look like idiot." He bit down harder on my neck, eliciting a moan from myself. A hand tugged at the hem of my shirt, peeling it off over my head and discarding it to the side. "I'm doing what I wanted to do since I met you for coffee." Mello told me, punctuated each word with a soft kiss along the contours of my chest, his fingertips trailing along the sides of my body before ending up at my own fingers, gently easing the gloves off. His tongue trailed to my nipple, teasing the sensitive bud with his mouth.
I panted softly as he kissed, licked and bit every part of my chest that he could, smirking he discovered a particularly sensitive spot in the crevice of my shoulder. In some part of the process Mello had rid himself of his own shirt, letting my fingers roam both his skin and scar gently for a moment before getting impatient and grinding his cotton covered hips down against my own, creating delicious friction.
I moaned softly, his hair brushing my neck as he assaulted the new discovered spot over and over on my shoulder until I was writhing helplessly underneath him. "That's right…you're a virgin aren't you Mattie?" He grinned, sliding my sweats lower on my hips.
"A-And you're not?" I panted softly, blushing as he pulled them off completely.
"Does it look like I am?" He grinned, running a sly finger along the underside of my length, I bit my lip, holding back the noise that threatened to break free. That touch alone felt much better then anytime I had used my hand (Which, being nineteen and single, was a lot). Mello slid down my legs, breath warm on the tip of my cock sending pleasurable shivers down my spine as he licked his lips in anticipation.
I cried out as his warm mouth engulfed me, tongue sliding along the shaft, teasing every part of me he could reach. I wasn't even aware that I was gripping his hair, forcing myself further into his mouth, feeling him gag slightly before readjusting, contracting his throat muscles around me. I groaned as he pulled away, trying to hold back my whimpers as he sat back on my thighs.
Mello tapped his fingers against my lips gently, sighing when I looked at him blankly. "Suck them idiot." He told him. "Or this'll hurt." I took the digits into my mouth, sucking on them gently, trying to lubricate them as much a humanly possible when I realised where they were going. Mello pulled them out of my mouth once they were slick, tracing one slowly around my entrance, taking my cock into his hand, stroking slowly before pressing the finger into the knuckle, moving it slowly.
I hissed as he added another finger, feeling a slow, uncomfortable burn spread through me. Mello kissed me lightly, moving and scissoring his fingers, trying to create as much stretch as he could, hand twisting slightly on my length and following it back down, instantly making me forget about the slight pain. A third finger was added, making me bite my lip, gripping the sheets until the skin on my knuckles went white. Mello was slow and thorough with his prep, but that didn't stop the pain. At least until he curled his fingers, the tips brushing the small bundle of nerves inside me, making my back arch off the couch as a guttural cry escaped my lips.
"F-Fuck th-there!" I gasped, moaning uncontrollably as his fingers continued to attack the spot, sometimes using feather light touches and other times becoming so much harder, increasing the pleasure until it almost hurt. I whimpered as Mello withdrew his fingers, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Ready?" He asked, positioning himself at my entrance.
"Y-Yeah." I murmured, gripping his back as he slowly pushed in. He paused about halfway, letting me adjust to the sensation. I could tell he wanted to move desperately but was waiting for me to give him a nod, allowing him to continue.. His fingers clenched into my shoulder, leaving little indentations before I rolled my hips, giving him permission to move.
Mello pushed the rest of the way in, pausing for a moment before starting to move slowly, letting me adjust to the searing burn I felt. I felt the tip of his cock brush the nerves inside me and the pain was instantly taken over by waves of pleasure.
I moaned his name, entangling my fingers into his shaggy hair, tugging it gently. Mello took the hint and began to move faster, wrapping my legs around his waist, making my thighs grip him as he thrusted deeper into me, lips trailing over my neck.
I cupped the back of his neck, feeling him moan into my mouth as he moved harder and deeper, fingers digging into me, tearing the skin slightly with each movement. I cried out, feeling him push into me once more, our release both taking us within seconds of each other. Mello collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, slowly pulling out of me.
"Fuck…" I groaned quietly, letting him rest on me, despite the returning pain in my lower half.
What the hell had we done?
