Note: Wow, I haven't updated this since february 27th, 2010, almost two years! I didn't even think it had been so long, because this fic's plot has always been in my mind since then. And I had to update today because it's Taka's birthday today. Yes, I am celebrating an OC's birthday. But I love Taka XD Oh, and of course, Happy New Year my dear readers! (I wonder who's still there after almost two years of no update XD)
Now I shall get back to regular updates, it's about time since there are probably as much chapters to write than what's been posted (yes, the plot is that long, there's a lot to come still, you have a little glimpse of it at the end of this chapter.) I'm really excited to write this fic again, the events you can start reading about at the end of this chapter are not the only things that will happen, actually it's just a small transition for the real thing. All I can say to tease you is... Mafia!Mello ;)
February 1st, 2007 part 3 (Mello and Matt are 17)
At the top of the wooden panel, Mihael stood. Mail's eyes trailed from the dress he was wearing, that was a perfect copy of the one Zelda wore in the game, to the garment, in white silk with a mainly purple decorated front, to the golden shoulders protections. Long white gloves covered the most of his arms, and his blond shoulder length hair was perfectly combed and retained by a golden diadem ornated with a blue jewel. But what struck the redhead the most was that his boyfriend wore... make up.
Mail kept on staring, standing still. It had come to his mind, while he had imagined Mihael dressed as Zelda, that the blond would do it completely, or not do it at all, knowing his sense of perfection, so that make up would come along with the dress and other garments. But where he'd thought Mihael would look like a drag queen with his eyes and lips done, his lover actually looked like... a girl.
He would kill me if he knew what I am thinking right now...
Mihael didn't look weird, or vulgar, or anything like this, he looked beautiful. Beautiful and girly. Not that Mail was attracted to girls, but he suddenly wondered about the accuracy of gender. He just loved Mello, and would have no matter what his gender was.
Mail smirked at the thoughts in his head, and began to climb the last panel.
"Link!" Mihael exclaimed with a falsetto voice, "You saved me!". Mail knelt, laughing hard at the horrible imitation of a woman's voice. Mello wasn't thatgirly, after all.
He held out his hand for the blond to take it. Mihael slid his gloved fingers in the redhead's and batted his eyelashes exaggeratedly.
As Mail stood up, unable to resist taking his lover in his arms anymore, the panel trembled dangerously with his haste, and suddenly everything collapsed under them.
Marty ran to them, followed by Greta, whose face was already showing worry, but the two teenagers stood up and raised their hands up to show they were safe. Fortunately, it wasn't very high, and they landed in the grass with no harm, but laughing all the more.
Taka reappeared from the house where he just got changed and exchanged a conniving look with Marty before putting a smile back on his face.
"It's time for us to leave, I guess..." the japanese man said to the teenagers, looking at Marty, "The house is yours for the day, we'll be back tomorrow. You can reach me on my cell phone in case you need anything, ok?"
"Taka, don't worry so much, we won't be far! I'm going for some grocery shopping then I'll be home if they need me." Greta giggled, urging the two men forward to leave the lovers alone.
"We'll be at home tonight anyway." Marty winked to the two boys before kissing Greta and leaving with Taka.
Mihael and Mail looked at the car driving past the corner of the street. Once they were out of sight, Greta took her own car and drove away as well.
Mail suddenly grabbed Mihael's wrist and rushed inside of the house.
"We have the house for ourselves, we can make as much noise as we want!" he yelled, turning to Mihael once inside with a huge smile on his face.
"They'll be across the garden tonight so you'd better not moan too loud, my hero..." the blond said in a low voice. Mail's eyes widened at the seductive way Mihael snaked his arms around his shoulders, his eyes eager and clouded.
The blond let his nose run along Mail's jaw slowly, reaching his ear and nipping his lobe.
"Now's the time when the hero fucks the princess..." he murmured in the other's ear, punctuating his words with a light kiss on the jawbone.
Leading the redhead upstairs, Mihael couldn't help but laugh at Mail's red face. His boyfriend was looking at him in total awe, unable to utter a word as he stumbled on the stairs.
Once in the room, both were so horny that they started to undress each other as fast as they could. Unfortunately Mail fumbled way too long with Mihael's dress zipper to the blond's likings and the garment ended shredded on the floor in no time.
"Thank God you don't usually wear dresses." the redhead mumbled as Mihael kissed him laughing, pushing him to the bed.
"That would be fucked up." he replied. Mail stared at him a few seconds.
"Hum... can you get rid of the make up before we...? It's just too weird to look at you like this."
"Now?" Mihael sighed and went to wash his face in the bathroom, groaning because of the interruption, "I thought I was cute with the make up." he complained, the falsetto voice back.
"You are but I don't do girls." Mail stated, trying to keep his face serious as Mihael reappeared, his face rid of any color.
"No, but you will do me, Mail." the blond purred, crawling on all four on the bed, hovering above his blushing boyfriend.
Mail decided not to take the word too literally and began kissing Mihael. Things heated in no time but Mail didn't see any preparation coming. "What are you waiting for Mihael? I can't wait anymore, I want you now... just prepare me already!"
"I said that the hero fucks the princess, didn't you get the clue?" Mihael smiled, grabbing Mail hand and directing it to his entrance, "you are the hero, I am the princess, what did you not understand in 'do me'?"
Mail froze for a few seconds.
"Why? I mean... what the fuck? I've never... we didn't... you..."
"I never thought it would confuse you that much Mail... you don't want to?"
"I want to! I don't know! Damn, it's just so unexpected... we've never done that... what if I'm not doing it right?"
"Mail, stop thinking about it, just do it, it will be ok..." Mihael was a bit scared too, but he didn't want to show it. He had always wondered what it would be like, to reverse roles, and he knew that Mail was so gentle, so soft and caring, that he would never hurt him on purpose. He wanted, for once, to let Mail take control. He wanted his birthday sex to be different, and most of all unforgettable. He had thought at first that it would be a good idea to mark Mail's 18th birthday with a white stone, but he would have been unable to wait one more year so he gave it a go this year.
Mail laid him on his back, kissing him softly, before grabbing some lube and generously covering his fingers with it. He carefully probed Mihael's entrance with one finger. He added a second one when he was sure Mihael was fine with it. The blond refrained a hiss, it wasn't the time to worry Mail, he was already going real slow, dreading to inflict pain to his lover. When the third finger slid in, Mihael suppressed a half pained, half pleasure moan. Mail was stretching him beyond normal but at the same time, his fingers had brushed the right spot.
Somehow reassured that he had found Mihael's spot so quickly, Mail did his best to massage it to lessen the awful sensation he was putting the blond in.
Mihael hid what he was truly going through the best he could, but it was impossible for him to be totally relaxed and Mail knew it, he was the one to take it, usually, and remembered the pain of the first time quite well.
Mihael finally accustomed to the stretching and pulled Mail to him, the redhead understanding the signal and positioning himself at his boyfriend's entrance. He pushed in, trying not to go too fast, but the feeling was already sending his mind into overdrive, and Mihael under him was so horny, his hands grabbing his hips to push him inside faster, that he was soon buried to the hilt, Mihael urging him to move, uncaring for the pain, the feeling of Mail inside of him so intoxicating that he just wanted to feel more of it, no matter if it hurt.
Mail began to pound Mihael to the mattress, carried away by the moans under him. Mihael wanted to know what it was like, but he had never imagined it was like that. It was obvious it was pleasuring, otherwise Mail wouldn't like it that much when the blond took him, but it was nothing like taking him, and feeling the warm flesh around him. Having his lover inside of him, his sweet spot aimed each time, the sensation of something sliding in and out, it was amazing. It was like getting pleasure without being in control, just taking what the other was giving without thinking.
The moves became slower. The frenzy of the beginning died down, the moans became soft pants as Mail picked a pace to penetrate Mihael as deep as he could, taking his time to reach his sweet spot. He smiled at Mihael, pecking his lips tenderly as he held him, the blond's eyes never leaving him. This was what Mihael had awaited, imagined.
All of Mail softness was now surfacing, the horniness leaving place to lovemaking. It wasn't an urge to satisfy something raw and instinctive anymore, it was only the time to let feelings express themselves physically.
It was all too much for Mihael, the new feelings, the way Mail treated him, so preciously, and tears began to fall from his eyes as he held on to Matt, unable to take it all.
Alarmed, Mail stopped cold. "Mihael! What's wrong?" He started to withdrew, ready to stop everything, but Mihael held him strongly against him.
"No, no, don't stop! I'm ok! I just... didn't expect to feel like that and I... I love you!"
"I love you too..." the redhead whispered as he began to rock Mihael softly again, kissing the tears away.
The exchange lasted long, and the climax was all the more intense, Mihael's body shaking as he came, taking Mail along with him. They stayed silent after that, Mail nested in the crook of his lover's neck, breathing against his skin.
It's only when Mihael moved, after dozing off slightly, and looked at Mail, that he noticed something was wrong. Mail was spacing out, laid on his back, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, not reacting.
"Mail?" he brushed away some hair that were hiding the redhead's eyes but Mail didn't seem to hear.
"Mail, don't tell me you're sleeping with eyes open..." Mihael pulled his chin so his boyfriend was facing him, but Mail's look was obviously lost in space, and there was still no reaction.
"Mail!" Mihael's face contorted in anxiety, and he shook the other boy, pulling him in a seated position.
"What?" Mail suddenly snapped back to reality, "Stop shaking me!" he laughed, "I'm not giving you apples, stop shaking me!"
"Why didn't you reply?" Mihael's doubts were now cleared.
"Reply to what? Mihael, why do you look so afraid?" Mail was suddenly puzzled in front of Mihael's alarmed expression.
"Mail, I think you had some... crisis, you know... because of the drugs..." the blond was getting nauseated. It had been quite some time that Mail hadn't suffered from his past takes of lithium and seeing it come back now of all moments was just making him sick. It was stupid to think it was over so soon for good, but still, he had hoped it would never come back.
"Damn..." Mail murmured, 'I was sure I was done with that..."
"Yeah... we all hoped you were done with that, but it's not that easy I guess... well, let's forget it, it wasn't so bad, we still have a birthday to celebrate!"
Mihael tried to cheer the atmosphere up, and Mail followed, it was no use to dwell on that, they had no control over it anyway.
"So where should we start this?" Marty asked, looking at the informations handwritten on several pages of a little notebook in front of him while Taka was driving.
"All that's written on the first pages is what I noticed with the car, the garage and everything related to Andy's present to Mail. As you can see, there are things that just can't be, it's incoherent that the car just started like that after so many years. I let Mail drive it but when I think about it, it was a big mistake, it could have exploded or God knows what. I'm even pretty sure the dust on the car was not because of time, but because someone put it here to make it look like it was untouched." Taka explained.
"Yeah, you wrote it here, there were places on the trunk where fingers prints showed, like they removed the natural dust and were covered with more dust to hide them." Marty replied, scrutinizing every detail as if the evidence would jump out of the notebook.
"I was unconscious to let him drive... I didn't want to ruin his joy but it was really unprofessional of me to let the kids near the car..." Taka was scolding himself, he still could feel a pang in his chest for having let Mail and Mihael take the Camaro without stopping them, or at least checking it.
"Taka, stop that, it was human, you're not working for them, your professionalism has nothing to do with the situation, they're your kids, it's only human to want your kids to be happy. And nothing happened so stop thinking about what could have been, everything's fine for now, and we have some work to do to make sure it will always be." Marty knew that Taka would never forgive himself for putting the kids in danger but there were more important things to take care of right now. They had to know who had access to the car, and the rest of the notes clearly stated that someone was trying to reach for the kids.
Marty exited the car once they parked in front of the garage where Mail had found the car his father had left for him.
Opening the garage's door, he stopped at the entrance, his eyes getting accustomed to the darkness inside, surveying the surface as Taka joined him.
"Let's hope that whoever came here before us, they are as amateur as the covered prints on the trunk let me think they are."
