I Get to See You One More Time
A blonde unlocked his apartment door, tired from the day's event. Being a mafia boss is definitely not the ideal job for the weak-hearted. Turning the dead bolt on the door, he registered the sound that wasn't supposed to be there: the sound of running water, in the shower.
Pulling out the gun from the back of his leather pants, he stepped quietly towards the bathroom. He turned the knob slowly and stepped into the fogged up bathroom, steam clouded the mirror. He grasped the shower curtain and threw it back. At the end of the barrel of his gun, was a very naked and wet redhead.
"Matt?!"
"Hey Mels! Long time no see." The goofy grin that accompanied the bright, emerald green eyes were as beautiful as the last time the blonde had seen them. That one day, weeks ago, when the redhead had dragged him through an alleyway and shoved him against a wall.
Mello lowered his weapon and turned the safety on. He shook his head and walked out, leaving Matt to finish his shower. He could hear the redhead shout from the bathroom, "You can join me if you like!" The blonde thought to himself and looked down at his body. He was sweating through his leather and made his decision quickly. Slipping out of the leather outfit, he tiptoed into the bathroom.
He pulled back the shower curtain again and hopped in. Matt seemed to look surprised at first, but the face quickly morphed into one with a devilish smile. The redhead pressed up against him and started to kiss his shower partner. As he pressed closer and his hands grabbing the slim waist of the blonde, he felt a hand press against his torso.
"I jumped in to take a shower. Give me a minute, okay?" the blonde demanded, putting shampoo in his hair. Matt stepped out of the blonde's way as he washed his hair out. The redhead grabbed the body wash before Mello could get his hands on it.
"What the fuck you doing, Mail Jeevas?" The sound of his name almost made the redhead shiver.
"I'm going to help you, of course." The blonde gave him a look of doubt, but didn't say a word as he turned his back to Matt. Squirting the soap in his hands, he began to rub the body of the man in front of him.
"What the fuck Matt? Why are you using your hands?" Mello yelled at the man behind him.
"Pft! Washcloths are for amateurs!" The redhead stated his answer and continued rubbing the blonde's torso. He glanced towards the face of the blonde, gradually moving his hands to the front of the man. Mello had his eyes closed, the sensation of Matt's hands on his body felt gentle and relaxing.
Matt started to work around the slim hips of the blonde, rubbing and kneading as he went. The redhead heard a growl from the throat of the blonde and he smiled to himself. Pressing closer, he started to rest his hands on the blonde's lean waist. Mello reclined his head backwards and rested his head on the shoulder of the redhead. Blue eyes looked up at the man.
Mello eyes grew an inch wider. He felt a firm rod-like object poke at the blonde's bottom. The blonde stiffened slightly. Not moving any further, Mello noticed the look Matt was giving him; a look that was saying 'Sorry.' The blonde had given a look in return, his blue eyes softening and telling him 'It's okay.' Pushing back against the redhead, Mello felt the hardened rod against his thighs.
Just the feeling of the thrusts between his legs was enough to arouse the blonde. Mello bent forward, slammed his hands on the wall, and moaned loudly. The blonde slowly slide his right hand down his back and inserted his moist finger into his entrance. He heard his partner chuckle behind him, and he would have thrown an ice cold glare over his shoulder, but he wanted it so badly.
After the insertion of two other fingers, Mello removed his fingers and grabbed the redhead's hand, which was grabbing his waist as he continued to thrust. He could feel the smirk forming on the lips of the redhead. The blonde was about to snap at the redhead for thinking he was superior to Mello, but he didn't even have the first word out of his mouth before he felt slight pressure on his rear. A slight pressure turned to intense one. Then, he felt himself open up for Matt and his mind went blank.
The water running down his back seemed to disappear; along with the sound of the rushing liquid. Throwing his head back, he didn't see the usual tiled walls. In its place was white. Pure white. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel anything except for the pleasure that he had gone without for weeks on end. As Matt started to move his pelvis back and forth, the whole bathroom was soon engulfed with the sounds of Mello's many moans and pants.
The feeling of intimacy that he had gone without was beyond anything you could describe. Mello was overwhelmed as his eyes filled with tears, unnoticeable against the water of their shower. Matt soon found his way to Mello's front and started to rub him in the sweet spots he knew so well. The blonde cried out as ecstasy overpowered the man. His body fluids being washed away by the never-ending spray of the clear liquid. He soon felt a warmth inside him that he had missed; the warmth of another person. Matt.
Pulling out, Matt could feel the blonde twitch and shudder. He slowly spun the blonde towards him and he kissed him on the lips, softly and passionately. Mello kissed him back, emotions overwhelmed the blonde and tears started to fall again. The taste of the salt water slipped into their mouths and Matt pulled back, surprise lingered on the face of the redhead. Finally, the sweetest of smiles spread over Matt's face and he slid his thumb under the blue eyes that had the redhead from the moment he saw them.
Matt's voice was just above that of a whisper, "I think we should get out, or we'll faint from the heat." The blonde nodded in response. Reaching around Mello, the redhead turned the dial and stepped out, helping out the blonde along the way. Matt grabbed a towel from the cabinet and threw it over the blonde locks of his partner. He messaged Mello's hair with the cloth and heard the blonde mutter something.
"What?"
"I missed you, Mail…" he repeated, his cheeks flushed the color of Matt's hair. The redhead could feel his own face heat up. He smiled at the blonde in front of himself.
"I love you, too, Mihael." Mello pulled his towel further down to cover more of his face, but didn't reply. Not a word was said as the two men each pulled on a pair of sweat pants and crawled into Mello's queen-sized bed. Sliding under the sheets, the blonde slid his arm around the midsection of Matt's torso and he could feel the redhead return the favor by wrapping his arms around the blonde. Snuggling close, Mello could feel the redhead's body warmth. Any other night when Mello had slid into his bed, he would feel the chilled air around him, even with the sheets pulled over his shoulders, but that night, he was feeling the warmth of a hundred suns and it was emanating from the center of his universe, his personal sun. Sleep consumed the two quickly, and they feel asleep in each other's arms.
Opening his eyes, Mello saw that the other half of his bed was vacant. Sighing, he wiggled over and laid in the impression, left behind by the man that laid there the night before. He closed his eyes, basking in the warmth left behind. Mello's blue eyes shot open, the aroma of pancakes filled his nose. Jumping off the bed and racing out of the room, he entered the kitchen, not caring about his appearance with his disheveled hair and pants riding up his legs, unleveled. Standing in the entryway, the blonde couldn't believe his eyes. Matt, his Matt, was baking chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Gaping at the picture, the redhead turned around and smiled at him with his goofy grin.
"Morning Gorgeous! Nice look!" Matt laughed at his lover. Mello's eyes grew wide and ran to a mirror, immediately running his fingers through the blonde locks. The redhead walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around the blonde's slim waist. Kissing his head, Matt whispered, "It's been a while since I've seen you like this. I'm glad I didn't leave." Mello nodded his agreement.
Pushing Matt slightly, Mello started to walk to the table, "Out of my way, lover boy! I'm going to eat my pancakes!" The redhead chuckled and walked towards the table, preparing to eat breakfast with his lover. Over their meal, the two talked about old things, new things, nothing in particular. And at moments, they would just sit silently and stare at each other, leaving things unsaid.
"I'm going to take a shower. Alone. Alright?" While asking the question, Mello had lifted an eyebrow at the redhead. Matt raised his hands in a surrender-like form, "Alright. Alright. Enjoy your shower." He smiled at the blonde. Before Mello could walk out of the room, the redhead caught him from behind. Turning him around in his arms, Matt planted a kiss on his mouth and pressed their bodies close. Pulling away, he looked at the blonde and smiled once again. Mello smiled back and pecked him on the lips before pulling away towards the bathroom.
As Mello stood in the spray of water, he could feel the relaxing of his muscles. The rush of water brought along memories of the last shower he had taken, his face heating up the next moment. The blonde giggled like a little school girl. If anybody asks, I'll deny it. He smiled to himself. As he was washing out his hair, he could distinctly make out the sound of a door closing, but he shrugged it off, hoping it was just his imagination.
Stepping out of the shower, the blonde felt lazy and relaxed, so he just rubbed himself down and threw on a bathrobe. Still drying his hair, Mello left the steamed up bathroom. His nostrils were soon filled with an aroma of chocolate brownies. The blonde headed to the kitchen, prepared to see a man with vibrant red locks and a goofy grin. What he got, was something different.
Entering the kitchen, he saw a plate of freshly baked brownies and a note, folded in half with his name printed on it. Mello grasped the piece of paper with his hands, trembling.
Mihael
I know this is the worst way to say goodbye. But I must be on my way.
We'll see each other again.
I Love You.
Mello's vision started to blur and he raised his hand, reaching for his eyes; he was crying. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. Breathing in and out, he closed his eyes and relaxed. He brought the letter to his lips and let it linger there for a moment more. He set the loose sheet of paper next to the plate of brownies and grabbed a pastry. He took a bite and let the dessert melt on his tongue. Moist with lots of chocolate. Just the way I like it… He smiled sadly at the brownie in his hand. He remembered… He put it back in his mouth and walked out of the kitchen, leaving the rest on the plate, next to the letter.
Someone wanted a Chapter 2, so here it is!
There might be a Chapter 3, but I'm not sure. I'll think about it. I'll let you guys know.
Hope you liked it!
xxChocolatexBabyxx