Note: I know I know, I'm so late updating... I'm unforgivable to keep you waiting like this after a cliffhanger, and to make up for that, I'm leaving you with another one here, muahahaha XD Yeah, I'm that sadistic. And since I'm reaching chapter 50 today and that I can't keep my big mouth shut, I want to flip the bird to the one we all love here as writers, the ever so flaming Kat who spits her venom at authors, not even daring to log on to sign with a profile and let us see her own work, since she's so aware of all of our own inabilities to write good fics and gracing us with her jealous criticism on a regular basis.
But to reassure you, chapter 51 is on its way and will be up very soon.
I had a huge writer's block on Lithium, the plot is going on but somehow I didn't know how to write it anymore, something was lacking, and whatever it was, it's back!
Because like she said about this fic at chapter 5: "the foundation of this story isn't solid enough to support many more chapters".
You were right Kat, I could only make 45 more chapters, I'll try to do better ;)
February 1st, 2007 (Mello and Matt are 17)
Mail shifted in his sleep, moaning lightly as Mihael opened the door in a click. Staring at his boyfriend's form in the dark, he stood still, anxious to see the redhead wake up. After a long minute, he heard Mail's soft and even breathing telling him that he was still soundly sleeping, so he opened the door just enough to slide his body in the slight opening and closed it without a sound. He listened again from the other side of the door, but Mail gave no sign of waking up, so Mihael went downstairs on the tip of his toes, as silently as he could, where Taka was waiting for him.
Without a word, they exited the house with heavy bags. Outside, Marty, Greta, Linden and Vern were waiting in the garden, cardboard boxes already gathered in front of them, soon rejoined by six of Marty's henchmen carrying other boxes as well.
"I'm going in, I'll warn you if he wakes up." Greta said before entering the house and sitting on the higher step of the stairs, ready to track any sound coming from the bedroom where Mail was sleeping, unaware of the rush outside. She had a simple device in her hand, a small black plastic cube with a red button. A push and Mihael's beeper would come to life, and the blond would rush home as fast as possible.
But for now, he and the others had a lot to do. A truck had just parked at the end of the street, not allowed to come closer because of the noise made by the loud motor, so they had to retrieve everything by foot to the garden.
Soon, more cardboard boxes of various sizes piled up in the grass, along with large sized wooden panels.
"Is that what you wanted?" Vern asked Mihael as the blond opened wide eyes at the sight of the panels.
"They're perfect, you did an amazing job." the blond smiled. He had expected things to be nice since he knew the tall black man's abilities when it came to handwork, but he hadn't expected things to be that good in so little time. He had had the idea only two days ago when they had arrived in California. He had always wanted to do something special for Mail on his birth day, but the latest events and the fact that they had celebrated a very belated Christmas had made it impossible for him to come up with something earlier.
"Linden helped me a lot, and Marty did all the back supports." Vern added.
Mihael smiled to the three men. No matter what he had asked, they had jumped straight in the plan without restrictions, and he was grateful, because the surprise was turning really well.
Piece by piece, the surprise was built in the dark, Mihael giving orders, his plan in hand, gesturing to the right, to the left, inspecting everything. He wanted this to be perfect, and he felt excited at the simple thought of Mail discovering this in the morning. But for now, he had to calm down and stay focused.
The large items were placed one after the other, spreading over the three gardens, Marty's and Greta's one and Linden's and Vern's having been requisitioned in the process. Mihael needed space for what he was planning, and one single garden wasn't enough.
He climbed up some pieces, making sure they were sturdy enough to support human weight. Taka laughed and climbed up with him.
"You can't make sure of anything with your feather weight." Taka winked at the tongue poking out of Mihael's mouth.
Deciding it was strong enough, they both jumped back on the floor.
Hours later, once everything was at its place, Mihael distributed sheets to everyone.
"Make sure you know what you have to do, you can't fail that, ok?" the blond stated, a bit anxious that the plan could be ruined.
Marty reassured him, knowing how important this was to Mihael since it concerned Mail.
"Don't worry, we'll read this until we know it by heart, we have a few hours left, but you'd better go catch some sleep before morning, I'll fetch you up at ten."
Mihael nodded and turned around, heading back to the house with Taka, while the others gathered at Marty's for a night snack along with some practising.
Greta went back home when she got assured that everything went well, making sure that Mihael would go to sleep right away. She couldn't help but mother the two boys. She could feel that they hardly ever had a feminine figure by their side and were still a bit uncomfortable in her presence, but that they appreciated her nonetheless. Time would do the rest.
Mail was a little more shy but strangely, he was the cuddlier. Mihael acted more hard headed and she had quickly understood that he said more with his eyes than with words or actions when it came to feelings.
And when it came to Mail, she couldn't ignore that Mihael's eyes were shining more than usual, radiating of love and protection, and she was careful not to step between them, Mihael had been Mail's everything since they were children, and still was, and the blond was around the redhead like a she-wolf with her kits. He hardly let even Taka bring Mail what himself could bring, so he wouldn't let her too close.
Not that Mihael got upset when she eventually ruffled Mail's hair or give a squeeze to his arm, it was Mail himself that always imperceptibly got closer to his boyfriend when people were around, stirring Mihael's instinctive protection out of him.
But with time, things would come more naturally, both boys just needed to adjust to rely on others and not just each other, and to live back a part of their childhood now that they had responsible adults in charge of them. They had been forced to become adults too fast, and it wasn't good, according to her.
It was obvious that they were drawn to her as a motherly figure, or at least a grand-motherly figure considering her age, and wanted her presence, but they still had barriers on.
Coming back in the room as silently as he left, Mihael undressed and slid naked under the sheets, falling asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, exhausted by all these preparations. He only had six hours left to sleep since they had began to set everything in place after midnight and it was already past three in the morning.
After what had only felt like seconds, the blond was awoken by soft kisses on his nape.
"Mmh." was all he could reply to Mail as he felt a hand trail from his waist up to his torso.
"Mihael."
His name, whispered in that soft tone Mail used mostly when he was horny in the morning but didn't dare to ask, afraid to wake up the blond but being unable to refrain himself to do so, sent him back years ago and it brought a smile to his face.
Forgotten, Wammy's life, forgotten, being both alone in that unwelcoming place, forgotten, all they had to endure to reach this day, this state of pure bliss, together, happy, with the ones they loved and all they could wish for. All he remembered was this voice he loved whispering almost every morning in his ear, soft and eager at the same time, the morning love they made day after day, year after year. Their life had changed, the place they lived had changed, the people that surrounded them had changed, but Mail was still Mail, the never changing constant in his life, the one that had kept him sane during all this time when he had thought he'd go crazy, and he knew that what he had chosen to do for Mail today was the greatest metaphor he could create to show his boyfriend how much the redhead had saved him from life, and himself.
Turning to face Mail, he crawled on all four, hovering above the redhead, and smiled.
Gorgeous Mail. With his messy hair spread on the pillow, their colour contrasting with the lavender blue of the fabric, his deep blue eyes staring at him, a smile tugging at their corner, the light freckles on his nose, that you could only see if you looked real close, and Mihael loved them because he was probably the only one to notice them, and the dimples as his questioning gaze was suddenly replaced by a grin, his cheekbones lightly colored at the realisation that the blond was studying his features.
Mihael did that sometimes, and Mail knew that it happened on the days when the blond was feeling particularly happy, that's why he loved it so much when it happened.
Mihael's hand rose to caress Mail's cheek slowly.
"Happy Birthday my love." the blond said simply, his words and tone holding so much love that Mail's eyes suddenly watered. He snaked his arms around Mihael's neck and drew him close, holding him tightly.
They stayed a few minutes cuddling, depositing feather kisses on the areas of each other's skin they could reach, Mihael erasing the tears in his lover's eyes with his lips, tasting the salty liquid.
But soon, their lower half woke up as a morning reminder and the kisses became more heated as hands roamed all over each other's body, stopping at nipples quickly erecting, members brushing and skin tingling.
A quick glance at the clock told Mihael they only had a few minutes before Marty would arrive, so he had to make it short. But there was no way he would get out of bed leaving Mail like this.
Mihael lowered himself little by little, reaching for Mail's thighs. Grazing his teeth against the tender milky skin of their insides, he grabbed Mail's member, stroking it firmly. Then he let his tongue tease the redhead's balls, eliciting a deep moan from his boyfriend.
He moved up a little, just enough to catch the tip of Mail's erection between his lips, swirling his tongue in the small slit. He felt blood rush in the member, hardening even more than it already had, and began to bob his head up and down as he pumped his own erection in rhythm.
Mail wasn't long to reach his peak under Mihael's fast ministrations, and the blond came on his own hand as he felt the redhead's semen spurt in his mouth.
Moving up, he slid out of bed and took a quick shower, dragging Mail with his clean hand to the bathroom.
They showered together, and Marty arrived, asking for Mihael's help with a false pretence, just as they were having breakfast in the kitchen, Taka innocently cleaning the blinds, keeping them closed and blocking the outside view from Mail as the redhead chatted joyfully, oblivious of Mihael's inner frenzy. The redhead hadn't seen anything from the windows upstairs since they were too high compared to the garden, fortunately.
Mihael ran upstairs, made the bed, quickly brushed his teeth and picked up a red envelop in his night table's drawer and deposited on the bed before rushing downstairs.
He then left with Marty, pretending he would be back in a few minutes, as Mail finished his toasts that he had drowned with grapefruit jam as usual.
When Mail went upstairs in their room to brush his teeth when he had finally downed his toasts and coffee, he didn't miss the red envelop sitting on the lavender blue sheets. He knew that Mihael would prepare something, and, not the least surprised, opened it, grinning from ear to ear. But where he had expected some invitation to a meeting in some park for a walk, or a lunch or dinner in a restaurant or wherever Mihael could have invited him, he found something that he would have never expected. Mouth hanging open, he read the text four times before his mind accepted to process it. Excitement slowly built in his guts as he finally tossed the paper sheet on the bed and began to fiddle under the bed, retrieving the plastic bad mentioned in the letter.
With marvel, he emptied its content on the bed, carefully unfolding the garments and examining the pieces, before stripping and dressing again with what Mihael had left in the plastic bag.
Once he had finished, he looked at his reflection in the mirror of the bedroom. He couldn't help but keep grinning. That day would be amazing. More than he could have imagined.
Note: So, can you guess? XD
