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Chapter 5: Mello's Vacation
Crumpling his chocolate wrapper, Mello stood up from the couch. A few people turned their heads. Ignoring them, Mello picked up the laptop and brought it to his private room. He put it in its leather case. Next Mello stuffed a large leather bag with some clothes. (Also leather.) He fit as many chocolate bars as he could in the front pockets.
He attempted to leave the hideout nonchalantly, but Rod stopped him.
"Hey Mello, where the hell are ya going?" Rod took a long drag on his joint.
"I'm taking a vacation." Mello said pertly. And with that, Mello left the hideout and went to the bustling LA airport.
Now in New York, Mello took a deep breath as he started to pick the lock on the door to Matt's apartment. When he heard the third tumbler click, he opened the door and dropped his bag down casually as if he did this every day.
"Hey Matt, are you home?" Mello called out.
Mello saw a flash of red hair and striped shirt before he was knocked to the ground in a powerful glomp. "Mello! Mello! Where have you been all this time?! I fucking missed you so much!" Mello was showered in loud kisses on his face and neck. As much as Mello hated being on the bottom like this, he figured it was his way of repaying Matt.
Whilst Matt was running his fingers through Mello's hair and kissing his forehead and eyelashes, Mello nipped Matt's chin. Matt shivered at the painful yet pleasing sensation. Mello was unconsciously his still booted foot down Matt's thigh as he gave Matt a love bite on his neck.
"Ngn, Mello take your boots off." Matt moaned. They parted and both took their respective pairs of boots. Mello flung his leather coat off as well. Walking over to the couch, Matt pulled Mello along by down the zipper of Mello's vest simultaneously.
Sitting on Matt's lap, Mello kissed Matt kissed Matt deeply, his tongue circling Matt's lips, demanding for entrance. Matt obediently opened his mouth to Mello, and the dance of tongues began. Mello pressed harder for dominance when he heard Matt letting out small whimpers of pleasure.
Son though, Matt parted from Mello's mouth and frowned cutely.
"Mello, what kind of toothpaste do you use?"
"Aim. Custom made chocolate flavored."
Matt smiled at this. "We have some catching up to do. Stay here, I'll go get us a drink."
Mello scooched off Matt's lap. Matt walked off to where Mello assumed the kitchen was. Mello heard the cork of a wine bottle pop and soon Matt was back with two glasses of spiced red wine.
Giving one of the glasses to Mello, Matt sat down on the couch next to the blond. Sipping lightly, Mello exclaimed, "Oh Matt, this wine is delicious!" Matt smiled, sipping from his own glass. "I'm glad you like it, Mel."
Mello chuckled to himself. They were both underage, and because of his experience in the Mafia, Mello knew better then to ask how Matt obtained such expensive tasting wine.
Setting his glass on the coffee table, Matt turned to Mello. "So what have you been up to all these years? You haven't called me once since you left!"
"Well…" Mello hesitated. "I 'm the boss of the American Mafia."
Matt blinked in surprise. "Well that job… Suits you."
Mello took another drought of wine. "Hey, don't blame me! I'm only using their money to catch Kira before Near does."
Matt made a small disgruntled noise, taking a sip of wine. He didn't approve of Mello and Near's continued rivalry, since the two now loved each other and all.
"Aaw, come on Matty." Mello nuzzled his face in Matt's neck in order to distract him. It worked, and Matt put his arm around Mello's shoulders. Mello put his arms around Matt's enck, massaging the back of it. "So what have you been doing, love? It's not like you called me either." Matt kissed Mello hastily before saying, "I'm the manager of a GameStop…"
"Oh Matt…" Mello breathed lustily, as if that were the greatest job in the world. Matt blushed heavily before Mello kissed Matt, pushing him down on the couch. Mello grinded his hips into Matt's, getting the desired reaction.
"M-Mello!" Matt cried out.
"What do you want?" Mello whispered huskily in Matt's ear, licking it playfully.
"I- I- Want-" Matt sounded as if he was choking on each word he dare let escape. Mello had drawn up Matt's shirt, running his hand down the curve of the gamer's waist.
"MELLO!"
"Yes, my love?"
Mello felt Matt's muscles slacken underneath him.
"Mello…" Matt moaned softly.
"Take me, please…"
Hours later the two lovers lay naked, their bodies intertwined on the same couch where it all began. At one point or another, one of them carelessly knocked over the wine glasses, and a great blood-like stain was forming on the carpet. Mello was the first to wake.
He planted butterfly kisses on Matt's chest, sitting up slowly. He put his boxers and pants back on, then his vest. He picked up the knocked over glasses, unsure about the actual stain. They never taught him how to do laundry, or the art of removing stains at the Wammy's House.
Mello walked to the small kitchen in Matt's apartment, putting the glasses in the sink. He looked through the cabinets and found a suitable bag of pancake mix and poured it into a suitable bowl.
After mixing in the required amounts of egg and milk into the bowl, Mello rummaged through Matt's kitchen cabinet in greater detail until he found an unopened bag of Hershey's Chocolate Chips. He cut open the bag and popped a few chips in his mouth letting them melt around his tongue. They tasted fresh enough, so Mello threw the standard chocolate to batter ratio out the window and simply dumped the whole bag in.
After folding in the chips, Mello put a pan on the oven. He turned it on, then cut a slice of butter from a stick and rubbed it around the pan using his knife. Mello spooned a good sized amount of batter onto the pan. Before it could cook enough, Mello shaped it into a subtle heart.
Awakened by the scent of delicious pancakes, Matt sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. Momentarily Matt wondered why he fell asleep naked on his couch, but then he remembered. Matt pulled his clothes back on and sneaked into the kitched undetected.
As Mello was washing the pancake mix bowl, Matt put his arms around Mello's waist.
"You gotta do the cookin' by the book, you know you can't be lazy." Matt sang quietly into Mello's ear.
"Matt, what the hell?" Mello turned from the sink to face Matt.
"Think about it Mels. You would make a really cute housewife!"
"Don't even start." Mello pointed his spoon dangerously at Matt. "Sit down at the table, the pancakes are ready."
After breakfast and a futile attempt at removing the wine stain, Mello and Matt resorted to video games. Well, Matt did. Mello jsut watched. Conveniently Matt had most of his video games in his bedroom, due to consecutive all-nighters.
Mello snuggled up to Matt on the bed, eating a chocolate bar. They layed like that for some hours, and Mello dozed of in the tranquility...
"OMIGOD, MELLO! WILLY WONKA BROKE INTO OUR APARTMENT!"
Mello moaned, annoyed at having been pulled from his dream. He had found a golden ticket, and had won his way to becoming Willy Wonka's heir. It was a sweet dream, but now Mello was annoyed.
"Cut the crap, Matt!"
"Com on Mel! It's dinnertime, I say we go out!" Matt was jumping on the bed in glee. Mello stood up from the bed, slowly stretching his arms. "Fine. You pick the place."
Now at a suspicious restaurant called Armonia's Beautiful Jewels, Mello was poking at his ravioli, quite bored. He knew he shouldn't have trusted Matt to pick the place... This was not a romantic dinner at all, and the casino-like atmosphere certainly didn't help either. Matt was gushing on about some game, and Mello honestly didn't know what to do to strike up a conversation that they both could take part in.
In the middle of a lecture on the effects of Wario's Power Flower, Matt said something completely random. "So when are you going to see Near?" Mello looked up from his mash of ravioli bits, startled. "W-what was that?"
"I said, when are you going to see Near?" Matt spoke as if they were high-school freshman girls, and Mello had managed to get a senior on the football team. If anything, that scenario was backwards, and it was Near who was begging.
"Uh, tomorrow I guess." Mello decided.
"Oh good!" Matt smiled, stuffing some noodles in his mouth. "I'll still get one more night of you to myself!" He winked and Mello smiled deviously.
The two returned home to Matt's apartment laughing helplessly. After they had left the restaurant Mello brought Matt unwillingly clubbing at various places that were indeed 100% illegal. After hours of what the general public would call dirty dancing Mello and Matt were very drunk, and very turned on. They stumbled through the hallway of Matt's building in each other's arms, kissing blindly.
Matt opened the door to his apartment, accidence slamming it. "Mello, that was sooo fun!" Mello laughed heartily, nearly tripping over himself.
In the kitchen, Matt was slopily trying to get another drink, but Mello was being clingy. "Come on Matty, you don't need to be wasted to love me... Let's go to bed NOW!" The last word came out as a shout.
"Looks like I'll have to shut you up myself!" Matt growled. Normally Matt would have been slightly irritated with his lover, but he was too horny to be serious.
Matt lunged and grabbed Mello into a kiss. Mello kissed back hard, clumsily pulling Matt closer and closer to the bedroom. Once there Mello and Matt stripped themselves of all their clothes inhumanly quickly. Mello pinned Matt hard on the bed, and their tongues began a ferocious dance, almost a paso doble of sorts.
Matt shivered when Mello stroked his shaft, but he could barely feel the shiver pass through him. Mello and Matt's combined body heat was stunningly baking.
"Matt, you're mine!" Mello whispered hotly.
"Ahn, Mello!" Matt moaned. Mello had begun to stroke Matt's member, playing with Matt until he could take it no longer. His hands were frantically clawing at Mello's shoulders, for some reason craving a joystick.
"Matt, how did you get so motherfucking tight?" Mello hissed, nipping at Matt's jawline. Matt just let out a strangled scream. "M-Mello, just fuck me already..." Matt begged.
"That's what I like to hear..."
Matt moaned in pure agony and passion as one finger slipped inside his entrance, then another. Matt wasn't sure if he screamed or not. The only thing that existed right then was Mello inside him, something so painfully euphoric that Matt didn't want it ever to stop.
If Matt ever suspected Mello was a psychic, it was now. Somewhere buried under all the ecstasy of the moment was the feeling of Mello pressing further, faster. Matt moaned, "I love you." But in the current state he was in, Matt's words were far from coherent.
Matt felt so alive that he stopped breathing. He felt so perfect his vision went black. He felt that Mello was Paradise. The Garden of Eden. So after a while... He fainted.
When Matt woke up, the sun was blaring through his curtains. Matt did not want to get up. Well, he couldn't even if he wanted to. Mello was still on top of him. So Matt waited patiently, listening to Mello breath. After precisely 1,521 breaths, Matt felt Mello stir.
"Did you miss me while you slept?" Matt cooed. Mello nodded and rolled over, allwoing Matt to sit up.
"What time is it?" Mello grumbled. Matt glanced at his homemade potato powered alarm clock. "Oh, gee Mel. It's already 1:21 p.m."
"I should get going, shouldn't I, Matt?"
Matt nodded, and in a silent daze they prepared for the day in their own ways. Mello slipped on a pair of black silk boxers, then his leather pants. They melded to him like the second skin they were. Then he donned his leather vest, zipping both ends up almost all the way, but left part oh his sotmach and chest exposed. He carefully put on his rosary, whispering a Hail Mary. Then he went to the bathroom to freshen himself.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Mello realized he did not have a hangover. He really should have had one, considering the state him and Matt came home in last night. But then Mello smiled to his reflection, flashing his pearly whites. Mello knew why he never got hangovers. The answer was simple, really. Mello was too sexy to get hangovers.
Mello stood in the doorway of Matt's apartment, making out with him one last time before he had to leave for Near's. Matt was quaking as they kissed. Mello had become more then a lover. He was an addiction. Mello felt the same need, but for Near as well. He needed the little cream puff as much as he needed Matt. So reluctantly, his lips parted.
"Matt, I really should go..."
Matt sighed.
"Yeah.. Tell Near I said yo."
Mello smiled. "Will do. And yes, I will try to call you more often. Maybe even visit if the Mafia lightens up."
Matt stole one last kiss as Mello turned to go. Even the door sounded sad as it closed shut.
Outside the apartment building, Mello leaped (yes, leaped.) onto his black Harley Davidson. Revving the engine and tearing open a chocolate bar, Mello zoomed off to the SPK.
But he made a quick detour on the way. He stopped at the best hotel en route to the SPK. He made a suite reservation for two nights. He checked it briefly make sure everything was in order, and by 2:07 his motorcycle was parked outside the SPK building.
Mello had info on all the agents, so waited until one he recognized was going to enter. Luckily the first agent he saw was Mello's own double agent, Ill Ratt. He walked up behind Ratt, hood up and gun pointed.
"Ratt."
"... Are you Mello?"
"One could say that. Let me in, I want to pay Near a visit."
Mello could here the beady eyed Ratt gulp as he got by the necessary security, gun still pointed at Ratt's head. Once they were at the entrance to the main room, Ratt keyed in a PIN number, and the doors slid open with a metallic woosh.
"Welcome, Mello." Near deadpanned. He added a match to the tower he was constructing.
"Hey Near, I got your email."
"So you did."
And agent looked around in alarm. "Wait, Near, when did you email Mello?! And why?"
"That is none of your concern."
The agent snorted.
Looking around, Mello bit down on his chocolate. "So when does everyone leave?"
"Six p.m." Near added another match, twirling a lock of his white tresses.
"I'll be back then." Mello tossed his chocolate wrapper and left.
In the three hours and fifty minutes Near had to wait for Mello's return, Near could not sit still. To a certain degree, of course. To Near, not being able to sit still meant constructing another match tower and then taking it down right after. Thankfully his agents did not yet know him well enough to classify this behavior as anxiousness.
In the three hours and fifty minutes Mello had to wait before he could return to Near, Mello was really bored. He spent the whole time driving his motorcycle aimlessly around Manhattan. He contemplated why he couldn't have just upped Near from his workspace and taken him the hotel right then and there. Then he could have spent more time with him. Mello's decision to wait was stupid.
As the last agent left the room Mello stepped in. There was a pregnant silence hanging in the air. Near seemed totally engrossed in dismantling his match tower and putting them all back in the match books. Mello was just standing there awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
"So Near, want to come to a hotel with me?"
Near stayed so quiet Melo could have sworn he could tell when and where the sound waves bounced off the walls.
"Hello... Earth to Near?" Mello waved his hands in front of Near's face. Near stayed so unmoving in looked almost painful to Mello.
Mello sighed. Looks like he'll half to play dirty. Mello got down on his knees so that he was at equal eye level with Near. He took one of Near' s hands and pretended to inspect it like a critique.
"Near... Your fingers look so... Tasty." Mello promptly stuck Near's index finger in his mouth, swirling his tongue all around it. Near let out a pitiful moan, tilting his head back. Mello took Near's finger out of his mouth and simply held the boy's hand.
"You liked that, Near. Don't deny it. If you want anything from me you will have to come with me to the hotel." Near succumbed, squeezing Mello's hand and standing up. Mello stood up also, putting his arm around Near's shoulder.
"Let's roll."
On the ride to the hotel, Near clung to Mello's waist with a death grip. Mello wasn't sure whether it was because Near was feeling protective of Mello or that he just hated motorcycles.
As they neared their hotel suite, Mello swept Near up in his arms and nuzzled his face in Near's fluffy hair, breathing in Near's scent.
He then managed to somehow unlock the door as well, and took pride in Near's gasp as they entered. Thanks to the apparently gay hotel manager, Mello had gotten his room lit with dozens of candles. Fresh rose petals were strewn about the floor, and there were innumerable little hints that this suite had been transfigured into a lovers den.
"Do you like it?" Mello whispered.
Near put a hand to his head, dizzy. He sat down on the bed, twirling a lock of his hair at a furious pace. "Mello... I don't understand, why did you do all of this just to please me?"
Mello sat down beside Near, taking his boots off. He laced his fingers with Near's also cuddling Near's feet with his own.
"I'm surprised you haven't already figured it out." Mello purred softly. "It's a way of expressing love for someone."
Near turned his head so that they were both very close, mouth wise. Near was completely drunk on Mello's cerulean eyes. His thoughts were muddled, but he knew they all had to do with Mello.
"Near," Mello spoke softly, his voice caressing Near's ears. "Do you want to make up for the time we lost?" Near wasn't quite sure where Mello was going with this, but anywhere with Mello was good. So Near nodded, and without knowing it, Near's hand wandered up Mello's chest, fiddling wiht the zipper of his vest. Near felt Mello's hand on top of his, helping him, pull down the zipper.
At the sight of Mello's amazing chest, Near completely lost it. He buried his Mello's chest in kisses, unknowingly sucking on Mello's (now) erect nipples. Mello pushed Near down on the bed, kissing him.
With each button of Near's white pajamas Mello ripped off with his teeth, Mello received a small moan. Near's eyelids were fluttering, and his cheeks were flushed.
Mello kissed Near's neck, then went lower and lower until he found Near's pants. He swiped them and a pair of boxers off in one practiced move and flung them somewhere. Mello felt Near shiver slightly under him.
"Aw, my poor sweet, are you cold?" Mello planted a chaste kiss on Near's lips before he took off his own pants, also flinging them somewhere. Mello leaned back down on Near, kissing him and forcing open his small mouth for entrance. Mello explored Near's mouth, and in doing so noticed that Near's own tongue was trying to do the same with Mello's mouth.
So it became a fight for dominance. Thankfully, Near did not have any prior experience other then Mello, so the blond did not even have to try to stay on top, despite Near's attempts. Old habits die hard I suppose.
After a while Near simply gave up and let Mello do what he wanted. On the other hand, Mello was getting bored with Near's body limp. "Hey Near," Mello whispered. "Do something, will ya? I feel like a necrophiliac."
Near opened his eyes. He looked at Mello once. He tilted his head. He closed his eyes once more. He slowly began to suck on Mello's collar bone.
"Oh Near, you have finally got the hang of this..." Mello moaned, satisfied. Mello was even more surprised when Near went lower. As Near silently worked his way down Mello's stomach, their bodies shifted so their bodies fit. Near had his hands on Mello's thighs, kissing and nipping gradually lower. Mello kissed the top of Near's head, mussing his hair slightly.
"My poor Near, what have I done to you?" Mello joked softly.
"Nothing I will ever regret."
Before Mello could fully comprehend the depth of what Near had said he felt something licking at his erection. He let out a gasp trying hard not to scream. "Ah, N-Near oh fuck God!"
Near was completely sucking on Mello now, lapping his tongue all around Mello, and making slight squelching sounds to boot. It all felt so good Mello was sure he was crying. "Near please! Faster even, if you can!" Near was pleased at Mello's request. Not only was he immensely enjoying giving Mello what he thought was called a blowjob, but he liked being begged for once. Although he had not achieved his life long aspiration of being on top, normally it was him who had to plead. So he complied with Mello's request and began to suck harder. He moaned and whimpered cutely purely for Mello's evident pleasure as he went about his work.
The mood was soon quickly ruined though, as Mello began to produce cum. When the stuff flowed into Near's mouth, he began to cough and splutter.
Quickly turned off by the sound of his choking lover, Mello brought Near up from his gorin area and snuggled him to his chest. "Near you've been a good little boy this year. Santa will reward you greatly."
"Mello, you know just as well as I do that Santa is merely a scam to get parents to consume more during mid November to late December."
Mello chuckled and brought Near closer to him, stroking the nape of his neck. Near wrapped his arms around Mello's neck, they fit together perfectly.
After a couple of minutes of blissful silence Near drew in a large breath. "Mello, I want to tell you I love you."
"Together forever 'till death do us part."
"Um, Mello I'm not sure that's how it'd phrased... And I want to hear you say it too."
Mello lightly kissed Near's forehead. "Near, I love you."
"Good." Near said, like a child who had just received a new toy. Trying to be serious but truthfully overjoyed.
"Anything for you, my moonshine."
"Can we just stay here for a while, please?"
Mello smiled such a simple request.
"Of course. That would be the best in the world right now. I could think of nothing better."
And with that, the two lovers lay contentedly in each other's arms. Enjoying the other's company without a need for words or anything worldly for that matter. The only thing that existed for them was them and nothing else. The simplicity of it all was beautiful. Something no one else could understand. It was love untainted. Pure, with no conflicts or doubts between them.
When the two woke up in an obscene hour of the morning, Near woke up distressed. He began shaking in Mello's arms, which caused Mello to awake. He stroked Near's hair with one hand, rubbing that boy's neck with the other. Mello did not say anything. He wanted to keep this peace of silence, but he could tell it wasn't working.
"Near."
"M-Mello, d-don't you have to go back to the mafia? I don't want to g-go there. W-won't you come work with me?"
Mello sat up in the bed, bringing Near up with him. "Near, why is it that around everyone you seem so emotionless yet around me you brake down every other time we meet?" Mello paused. "You know, I actually think that's a rhetorical question. What's wrong?"
"M-Mello, I don't want you to leave, but you have your life and I have mine."
Mello sighed. "I told Matt the same thing. I will call when I can and visit when things lighten up."
Near sniffled and nodded. "Wait, you saw Matt?"
Mello nodded. "Left to your building straight from his apartment. You two emailed me minutes apart, but he was first." Mello laughed a little and Near even smiled. For a moment they were genuinely happy, then Near turned serious again.
"So you're leaving today..."
Mello nuzzled Near's face in the crook of Near's neck. "Nope. I got this suite for one more night."