Saturday Morning

Stretching his lanky form in the cool moist air, B groaned as a few of his vertebrae popped into a more comfortable position. There were cooling embers, huddled masses of bodies, and trash everywhere, all covered with the gray of early morning. Looking down at his naked body, he couldn't help but snort in amusement. He forgot to put pants on. Of course, he had nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, there was no one around. Scratching the back of his head, he began to walk among the passed out bodies fully intent on taking a wiz.

"Shameless as always," a familiar voice teased, easily catching his attention.

Looking over his shoulder, he smiled at the face that beamed back at him. "Good to see you too, Matt."

"Still forgetting to wear pants?"

"Still like cock?" B shot back good-naturedly.

A sad smile spread across the brunette's face. "Sure do."

"Still on the make?"

Matt sighed as he leaned against his junkie motorcycle. "I'm not just looking for a fuck, B."

"Hey, it's kind of cold out here," B stated suddenly. "Go sleep with L in the bus."

Smiling gratefully, Matt nodded. The older man always did know when to drop a subject. "Thanks."

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Not being able to take it anymore, Mihael slipped out of the tent where John and his girl were sleeping in each other's arms. The both of them had stumbled in during the wee hours of the morning and almost committed fornication before bumping into their unfortunate tent-mate. Thankfully, they decided to pity the young blond and instead settled for sleeping naked together. It was disturbing, and Mihael wanted more than anything to be far away.

That's how he found himself sitting inside the cold car with a blanket being his only warmth and comfort. Last night had really been a shock to his system and part of him was glad for it. Being able to see such things at least sated his curiosity and when he went to Vietnam in a few months he would have no regrets. At least, that's what he thought until he ran into that strange young man. Swallowing thickly, he tried to push those images out of his mind, but the attempts were half-hearted at best. Who wouldn't want to remember such an ethereal sight? The feelings that he had been fearing were bubbling up, making his heart ache and his stomach do flips. Those eyes were entrancing, those arms strong and comforting, and that face was nothing short of beautiful.

Moaning quietly, Mihael dug his blunt nails into the flesh of his arms, forcing himself not to do the unforgivable. He would not sin against his body and against his God. The cold should have kept his ugly flesh under control, but it didn't. The heat was eating at him from the inside, torturously slow. It was like an acid, punishingly tearing apart his flesh, mutilating his tender heart. Still, he could endure this. It must be a test, a punishment for lying to his parents and coming to such a sin-saturated place. Of course the Devil would thrust such a desirable male into his path, just waiting for him to stumble. But he would not. He would never give in.

A sharp tap on the driver-side glass made the blond jump up in surprise. Turning around, Mihael found himself staring and his mouth hanging open in disbelief. Standing there besides the station wagon was a very naked B. As in, absolutely stark naked. Birthday suit naked. A complete lack of clothing. Complete with a very sizable, ahem…

"What are you doing in the car?" he asked nonchalantly, as if walking in the nude was a completely natural thing to be doing. Maybe it was?

Trying (unsuccessfully) to tear his eyes away from the flawless body in front of him, the blond found himself stuttering. "Um, I j-just, er, uh, why are you naked?"

B looked down at himself and then looked back up with a bored expression. "I forgot to put my pants on."

"Ah, um, forgot to? Okay."

"Yup. Now, what are you doing in the car?"

"It's just that…well, John and his girl are in the tent, and so-"

"Oh, I know how that goes," B interrupted. "Kira likes to bang that skank at all the inconvenient times. Hey, why don't you stay in the bus with us? It's warmer than out here."

"Th-that's okay, I think-"

"Nope, I won't take that for an answer. I can stand out here all day if you'd like. If not, then get your skinny ass out here and join us. We even have some extra weed if you want some."

Feeling helpless to the will of the odd man standing beside the car, Mihael found himself stepping out with his blanket still wrapped around his body. Standing next to the bare-assed man, he was trembling and flushed, but B didn't seem to mind or care. He just sauntered over to the Volkswagen bus as if they were two close friends just taking a stroll.

Pulling open the door B stepped into the side and then dragged the awkward blond into it as well. Sighing in relief from the warmth, Mihael pulled the door shut behind him and then stood hunched over as he waited for B to make his way over the sleeping and not-sleeping bodies. Misa-Misa and Kira were dead to the world and the closest to the front. L was sprawled out in the center with a strategically placed blanket being his only covering and beside him was-

"Hey, Matt, this is Mello. Mello, this is Matt."

Looking like a deer in the headlights, Mihael just stared at the young man who was currently sucking on a handrolled joint. That crooked smile lifted on his lips as his eyes trailed down the trembling body. "Hi, Mello. Why don't you take a seat by me?"

Looking around for any excuse not to sit next to the grinning man, Mihael tried to keep from blushing too much. Men weren't supposed to blush. Not seeing any other option and not wanting things to get awkward, he crawled over the bodies and took a seat. Up close, he could see that Matt's hair wasn't really red at all. It was an almost auburn color, and the eyes that he thought were green were actually a deep blue. If it weren't for that crooked smile, Mihael could have almost imagined that this person sitting next to him was just some stranger.

"About last night," he murmured, trying to keep his eyes off of the attractive male beside him, "thank you for sticking up for me. Sorry for running off like that."

"It's no problem, man," Matt replied smoothly before take a slow calm drag from his joint. "There was no reason for them to be bothering you." Those blue eyes glanced over at him, spreading Goosebumps wherever they ghosted over the blonde's body. "You're just here to have some fun, aren't you?"

Forcing himself to keep his racing heart under control, Mihael braved a glance at the brunette. "E-exactly. How could you tell?" Out of everyone he had met at this gathering, Matt was the only one who had not accused him of wanting to get laid. And unlike most of the others, he wasn't judgmental or suspicious in the slightest bit.

"To be honest, it was just a feeling."

"A feeling?" the blond asked incredulously.

"Absolutely." Setting aside his smoke, Matt leaned back against a pillow and stared up at the ceiling of the bus, his face conveying nothing but calm enjoyment. "So when did you start going by the name of Mello?"

"I don't really go by that at all," Mihael huffed. "B came up with that all by himself."

"It suits you," Matt whispered, letting his eyes slide shut.

"It's a dumb name."

This time he allowed a chuckle. "It's not dumb! It sounds very hippie."

Wrinkling his nose, Mihael frowned. "But I'm nothing like a hippie. Besides, I can't even really figure out what's the difference between all these people and those on the side of conformity. Both sides are merely fighting to get you to do what they want. If you disagree with them, then they will ridicule you, curse you, and cast you aside. What if you don't fit in either mold?" His voice held a sadness that he refused to admit to himself. "What if you can't be like either of them? What happens to you?"

"Then, you'd be on your way to discovering what exactly the whole hippie movement was founded on. The only true way to live your life."

Glancing over at the two brothers snuggling up (and ignoring the fact that they were both naked), Mihael tried to wrap his mind around what Matt just said. How could moving away from both styles of life be on the road to living one's life? "That doesn't make any sense. People always strive to live their lives according to the norms and what's socially acceptable. If they didn't, then they were removed from society and then their lives were meaningless."

"Says who?" Matt shot back softly, not even bothering to open his eyes. "Who's to say that their lives were meaningless?"

"Well-" Looking back at the brunette, Mihael struggled to come up with an answer. "If you look at history-"

"And who wrote history?"

"Those in control."

"Yes, exactly. Those in control, those people who decided upon the norms of their times. Now, what about Socrates? Didn't he step outside of those norms?"

"And he got killed for it."

That lopsided smile began to raise the corner of Matt's lips again. "Yes, but would you say that he died fulfilled and that his life held meaning?"

"Of course! He's the one who set off a whole new era of philosophy and has impacted millions of lives, even into today!"

"So, he who went outside of the boundaries of what was acceptable to society lived a meaningful life and made a positive impact on millions of billions of lives even after his death?"

The blond stared at the man beside him in wonder. Who was this guy? "How did you…where did you learn to…?"

"To live?" he chuckled, finally revealing those beautiful blue eyes once more. "I had to learn for myself didn't I? After all, only I know how to live my life. It's mine. Your life is yours, and I can't tell you how to live it."

The words rang on his ears like a draught of crystal water to a parched throat. "I've never heard of such a thing," he whispered in awe, looking at the unassuming man in a new light.

"Of course not. That's not the way to get people to follow along with society's expectations and wishes. Parents tell you what to do 'for your benefit' when it's actually just a ploy to get you to obey them, to submit to their power."

"Wait, if parents don't step in and raise you, then how could they pass down knowledge and morals?"

"Ah, morals," Matt snorted. "The word used by those in a 'higher' authority to get you to do their will when all else fails. Tell me, who makes these rules of morals?"

"God does, of course," Mihael replied shortly. "Who else?"

"And who tells us of the existence of this God?" Matt's eyes were practically dancing with mirth, almost as if he were engaging in a favorite pastime.

"The Bible! Don't you know that?"

"Okay, and who wrote the Bible?"

"Men inspired by the Holy Spirit."

"And who says that they're inspired by this Holy Spirit?"

"The Bible."

"Ah, okay. So, let me get this straight. Men wrote a book and declared that there was the existence of this 'God' and everyone will take what they said at face value because they were 'inspired', also coincidentally, by a spirit being that they claimed inspired them."

"Then how do you explain the fact that the Bible is perfect? It has no flaws at all, and that's not something that could have happened unless there was supernatural intervention!"

"Calm down, babe," Matt soothed, and Mihael was too irked to notice the pet name. "I'm not saying that the Bible isn't some holy book or supernatural, but what I'm saying is what if they're wrong about the nature of this God? No one could actually prove it because we can't see or talk to God, right?"

Pondering over this, he had to nod slowly. "Yes, I suppose that there's no real way to know until we die. But that's why it's called faith. 'It's the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen…'"

"Now that that's settled, I'll go back to the subject of morals. We have to take what these men said on faith. If not, then the whole idea of morals is torn apart. If one were to decide that they could not blindly take the word of men long since dead, then what? What morals could he have to live and guide his life?"

"He'd…well, he'd have to come up with his own morals. But if that happens, what if someone decides that murdering and raping was moral?"

"Nature." The one word reply shocked Mihael. Matt spoke it so effortlessly, as if it were the most natural and logical solution. "How does Nature work? Do lions kill mindlessly? No. Do wolves or tigers or any other predator mindlessly kill the other?"

"No. They don't."

"They kill to feed themselves and their kind. We do the same when we hunt animals or kill things like cows."

Leaning his head back against the wall of the bus, Mihael bit his lip. All of this information was running circles through his mind, assaulting everything that he thought he knew. At first, he thought that Satan had brought this person here to torment him, but now? Peeking at their hands which were now touching and fingers which were softly stroking, he wondered if maybe it wasn't so bad. Maybe it was God sending him someone for strength and deeper understanding? "Matt…I have to think about it."

The brunette smiled kindly. "It's okay, Mello. I'd love for you to think about it. All that means is that you were taking my words seriously. To be honest, not many people do. They'll just shake their heads and tell me how crazy I am."

"But it makes sense," the blond protested. "How could they say such a thing?"

"Because it takes them out of their safety zone, out of the life that society has predestined for them. Me? I'd rather make my own life, thank you very much."

"Live my own life, huh? Heh, I've never done that before!" Mihael found himself laughing along with Matt and when their fingers finally intertwined he felt elation and not the disgust he was expecting.

"I'm guessing that you have strict parents?" Matt chuckled. "Mine were too, that's why I hit the road."

"So, where do you live?"

"Oh, wherever the wind takes me," Matt sighed over-dramatically. "I like to follow Nature's ways and I just decided that the wind is blowing in a direction for a reason, so why not follow it?"

"That's so stupid," Mihael giggled, not believing the sound that such a sound was coming from his mouth. It was so…feminine.

"It led me to you, didn't it?" he replied quietly, his lips taking on a more serious line. Those eyes began to examine the blond a little more carefully, tracing over the lines of his face, the curve of his neck and then back up. It was as if he was searching for something and the blond felt himself getting a little self-conscious.

"Um, I guess it did. But, I didn't follow the wind, and I'm here too."

That brought the smile back to the brunette. "It's because you're a non-believer!"

Smiling under the covers, L gave B an I-told-you-so look. B just thumped his older brother on the forehead and then watched in amusement as the boys continued to tease each other shyly, talking, laughing, and occasionally braving a brief stroke of an eager hand. Maybe Mello really was perfect for Matt.

Saturday Evening

By the time the sun was setting, Mihael was filled to the brim with a joy that he couldn't even begin to comprehend. He had spent an entire day with the crazy neighbors and had discovered that they weren't completely crazy after all. Matt had been his constant companion in his adventures of stealing all of L's candy, hiding Kira's mirror, and pulling pranks on the helpless Misa-Misa. B remained the only member of their party untouched, mostly because the aura he had assured them of a very painful death should they attempt anything. Death was so unbecoming, especially with a full night ahead.

Stretching lazily, Mihael found that he had fallen asleep on Matt's lap. The brunette was still snoozing quietly and the young German couldn't help himself. Reaching out, he let his forefinger ghost across the pouty lip that had been trembling with his heavy breaths. It was just as soft as it looked, and he almost lost his self-control. More than anything else, he wanted to lean forward and capture those lips in his own, but he couldn't gather the courage for that.

So instead, he sat up and went outside of the bus. L was already outside, dressed in the same clothing he wore the day before, and smoking some marijuana. "Care for some?" he offered. He had gotten in a better mood once his candy had been returned.

"I've never smoked before," Mihael responded sheepishly.

"That's no problem. Besides, you're here to experiment and enjoy a different kind of life. Talking about that, we need to get you some bitchin' clothes. Those just scream of panty waist."

"I know," the blond huffed. "And don't insult my mother's choice of clothing for me."

"Take my advice, Mello. Never admit to anyone that your mother still dresses you."

With that agreed upon, L raided Misa-Misa's and Kira's clothes saying that the blond girl was the only one who was thin enough to accommodate pants for Mello and that Kira had so many shirts that he would never notice one missing. The results where a pair of tight black jeans and a black vest.

"This feels weird," Mihael complained as he tried to pull the vest down to cover his exposed midriff. "Shouldn't I wear a shirt under it?"

"Nope," L replied. "You look fine like that. Add a pair of Matt's boots, and you'll be finished."

"I can't walk out like this!"

"You can and you will. Or I will forcibly remove you from this vehicle."

Sighing, Mihael submitted and slipped out of the bus, hoping that no one would really take notice of him. However, no sooner had he slipped on the boots than a girly squeal of delight echoed through the tents on their side.

"I swear to Buddha, you look so good! I can't believe it!"

Turning around, he blushed as Misa-Misa began to draw designs over his body with her bright eyes. "H-hey, you have a boyfriend," he protested.

"So? Misa-Misa will look at any and all eye candy!"

"Wow, you are eye candy," a smooth voice whispered in his ear, making him shudder in pleasure.

"Matt," he whispered, looking back over his shoulder.

Thin blue jeans that still hung on his frame loosely, a striped shirt with a fur lined vest over it, motorcycle goggles strapped over his eyes, and what looked like military issued boots. It was a struggle to not start drooling at the sight of the brunette, but Mihael forced himself under control.

"Like what you see, babe?" he teased, striking a pose.

"Y-yeah," Mihael mumbled with a blush. Thankfully, it was already getting too dark to really see the coloration on his cheeks.

"Mello needs to come join the party!" Misa-Misa cried, taking his hand.

"It's Mihael," the blond snapped.

"Aw, but Mello sounds better!"

"No it does not!"

Grabbing his other hand, Matt fell into step with them. "Actually, it's cute. Like I said, it somehow just suits you."

Feeling overly conscious of the fact that a good-looking young man was holding his hand so openly, Mello couldn't bring himself to reply positively or otherwise. Leather was melding into his sweaty palm, making their hands stick together more firmly. Still, he couldn't bring himself to pull away. He didn't want to.

It seemed like the life of the party revolved around the large bonfires, so that's where they headed. Strolling through a mist of marijuana and cigarette smoke, they all made it to an area with exceptionally lively dancing. A few women were even dancing topless, allowing the weakened rays of moonlight to highlight their rounded breasts. Those flailing pieces of flesh didn't interest the blond anymore than a rock would, and even as a woman walking by winked at him, Mello found that nothing caught his attention like the man next to him did. It was intoxicating, and refreshing. Chuckling, he wondered if it was actually just the effects of the drugs entering his system second-hand.

Then Matt was dancing with him. Hands on hips, bangs brushing, and eyes catching glances shyly. For Mello, it was hard to fall into the rhythm, but Matt kept dancing with him. Closing his eyes, he seemed to absorb the secret music into his body and then translate it into head banging, hip swaying, and slow lascivious body rolling. The tambourine was clinking next to them, the random young man singing his heart out. Other voices joined in, echoing through the small dip in the mountainside.

"You're so tense," Matt whispered, pulling the blond closer.

"I don't know how to dance like this," Mello responded back, still trying not to step on his partner's feet.

"It's not something that you learn," the brunette chuckled, his messy hair seeming to flicker with its own inferno. "It's something that you feel. Your body will feel the music, feel the beating hearts, and it will dance. Here, try this." In a swift movement, he had the blonde's backside pulled up against his own body. His stripe-clad arms wrapped protectively around the young German. "Can you feel my heart?" he whispered hotly against a flushed ear.

Swallowing back his nervousness and trying to ignore his obvious arousal, Mello tried to focus on the rapid pounding. Matt's body was so hot, it was overheating him but he couldn't escape. Those arms held him back, that heart called to him. "Dance," it pleaded. "Dance."

"Get your fortune read!" L called out, waving a deck of tarot cards. There were already people at his small stand, but it never hurt to invite those who were standing around. Glancing up at the dancing couple, he felt a smile tug at his lips. He knew that there was something special about Mello, something that would call to Matt. Maybe it was his defenselessness, or even his separation from everyone around him. The boy stuck out like a sore thumb, and Matt could sympathize.

A streaker ran past his booth, twirling around and not bothering to hold his genitals still. Laughter followed him, and even a few catcalls. Taking another puff on his joint, L turned his attention back to his drunken customer. He didn't have the supernatural abilities to see into the future, but he did know how to tell people what they wanted to hear and in a vague enough manner to avoid taking responsibility. Besides, even if he had an angry customer, Beyond was always within arm's reach, and he made an excellent bodyguard.

Mello wasn't sure how exactly it had happened, but after focusing on nothing but the constant thumping of Matt's heart, he realized that he was dancing. For the first time in his life, he was actually dancing. "I…I did it!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Matt, I'm dancing!"

"I know," the brunette purred in his ear, trailing his hands down the lithe and inviting body. His fingers rubbed against the excited nipples, drawing out a moan from blond.

"Ngh, don't," Mello gasped, feeling the other's hands trail further down, squeezing his hips seductively.

"And why not?" Matt teased, letting his fingers dig a little more persistently into the tender flesh. He was burning up inside, desiring for more of this blond than he was getting. It was lust, uncontrollable and raging, burning up his insides and leaving everything exposed and yearning. Besides, he knew it wasn't one-sided. Mello had played along with his flirts, had casted those sinfully yearning eyes at him, and was even dancing so intimately with him. He could feel the arousal oozing off of the young German and it was more than enough for him. Everything felt right, and who was he to forsake Nature's desires?

Feeling lightheaded, Mello found himself being tugged away from the fires and into the more private area within the arms of the forest. Tree branches brushed across his skin roughly, leaving small welts and his feet stumbled over the uneven ground, made more difficult by the hard flesh pulsing between his legs. Suddenly, Matt was pushing him up against a tree and pressing wind bitten lips against his. There was a desperation to the act, as if the brunette was scared that he would run away, and the truth was that he was almost ready to. It was his first kiss, stolen, and yet given freely. A part of him wanted to slap the other and run off to the safety of the fires, but another part was screaming for him to stay, to finally live up to the fact that he had come here to experience all of life before Vietnam would take it away. There was no girl that he wanted, no other man, just the one plundering his mouth.

Digging his fingers into the firm arms holding him against the tree, Mello opened his mouth and surrendered to the heady emotions. Something was hurting and crying, but it wasn't completely in pain. It was in release. Matt pressed more deeply, even going so far as to grind his own hardness against Mello's crotch. The blond couldn't hold back the whimper of pleasure at the contact and his respiration began to increase. Panting as well, Matt looked down at him, a feat only accomplished because the disheveled German had slid down the tree trunk a bit as his legs trembled.

"Oh Mello," he groaned, rubbing their sensitive arousals against each other again.

"Matt!" Mello groaned, trembling dangerously."I c-can't take it! I'll…ungh, I'll-"

"Hold on, love," Matt purred, going down to his knees and nuzzling his face into the jean-covered bulge. "Let me take care of this."

Bark bit into the tender white rear end as Matt yanked down both pants and underwear, eager to taste the other man's flesh. Seeing how hard and excited the flush member was, the brunette didn't waste any time going down on it, letting it hit the back of his throat in one go. This time, Mello couldn't stifle a scream. His blunt well-kept fingernails dug into the dirty moss and lichen, and his head tossed back to bang against tree as Matt began to move back and forth along his shaft. A gloved hand jerked up and began to palm the tightening testicles and with a whimper, Mello shook as his semen spurted into the hot mouth.

Grinning up, Matt allowed the limp member to slip from his wet mouth. Spitting some of the semen/saliva mixture onto his gloved hand, he nodded in satisfaction and smeared the liquid against the very sensitive flesh of Mello's ass. Gasping, Mello looked down nervously. Sure, he had heard crude rumors of what exactly homosexuals would do to engage in sexual intercourse, but this was very real. He was in a compromising position with a young man that he had met barely 24 hours ago, and now the said young man was pushing a leather-encased finger into a most private area.

"I d-don't think-"

"Shhh," Matt soothed curling his finger forward and making the blond squirm uncomfortably. "I don't have any Vaseline on hand, so this'll have to do."

Mello cringed as he realized that Matt still had semen in his mouth. Pulling the intruding forefinger out, Matt dipped his middle and ring finger into his mouth, generously coating the digits with the naturally made lubrication. It was nearly impossible to take in the brunette's expression in the darkness, but Mello could imagine his face contorted in pleasure and it did wonders to stir up his loins even through the nervousness. Looking up towards the sky, the young German noticed for the first time how clearly the stars were twinkling in between the tree branches and leaves. A breeze blew past the two of them, bringing Goosebumps to the naked flesh and a sigh of contentment from the burning youths.

It was beautiful.

There was agonizing pain, but Matt was gentle. Thumbs brushed away tears and lips kissed away cries. However, nothing could ease the burning tears of a virginity taken. Mello was sobbing in German, and Matt swore it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard. That is, it was the most adorable thing he had ever heard until they were both thrashing in pleasure and orgasm produced a sound never heard outside of copulation.

Bugs fluttered around in the cool steaming night, floating up towards the leaf-covered sky.