Note: AAAAARGGGG! Sorry for being late with the last chapter! The Download Manager wouldn't let me upload anything! I tried hell knows how many ways to get this chapter online but nothing would work. It happens from time to time so it's a recurring problem but usually I just wait and post when I can (well, I obviously did the same this time...) but when I promised a daily update it's a bit more annoying.
Anyway, here is the ending of Seaweed!
Foreverunloved I hope you like it! I know my seaweed interpretation is lame XD
And to think that the sole purpose of this fic was because I wanted to write some wheelchair sex... I'm not even satisfied with what I done, it took too much time to get there and then I wasn't in the right mood anymore...
Looks were exchanged, more and more often. Matt and Mello were making small talk, like if both of them were scared to slip toward what burnt their lips. They were over with everything that needed an explanation, they were now trying to decide what to do next.
Matt had left everything behind, he didn't even take clothes, and it was obvious that more than daily belongings, they needed to move from that poor excuse of a flat to one with an elevator, and in a less suspect neighbourhood.
It was surprisingly easy to plan for the future, as immediate as it was. Maybe wanting it that hard just made everything possible...
The house was a pretty one level surrounded by a small garden. They had opted for that one so they didn't even have to worry about an elevator anymore, and the ad stated that it had been designed for the previous owner, that was physically disabled, just as Matt. Everything had been thought for a wheelchair to move easily in every room, around any furniture, even the bathroom was equipped for that purpose.
It was quite small, but it was enough for them. Matt was able to pay for it, after all, his bank account was loaded with everything he had earned working for Near, that he had barely touched over the years. He may have left everything behind, but he had deserved this money so it would be stupid to not to use it and stay at Mello's crappy place. They could have afforded bigger, better, but they just wanted it plain and simple.
The mood wasn't to splurge, it was only to live, finally live.
It had been empty for months, so there was no delay, no waiting for the previous inhabitants to move out. They just visited, signed, went on a shopping spree, bought clothes for Matt, furniture that would be delivered the next day, groceries, and that was it, life could begin.
Sat at the kitchen counter, Matt in his wheelchair facing him on the other side, Mello was trying to find a radio station that broadcast decent music while Matt sipped his coffee. They had gotten a coffee maker that Matt had insisted to try immediately. Mello had grinned all the way from the store to home at Matt's expression: a child with a new toy. It looked like years ago when Matt would get a new game. Switches, buttons, programs, everything to keep him busy for at least a few minutes. It was good to have some constants still.
Truth was, Mello would have to read the damn manual to make it work, it was as complicated as trying to get the TV channels registered. Well, not complicated, but even a genius needed an instructions manual in order to manipulate a machine that looked more like a computer than a coffee maker. Except Matt. He could guess his way through any setup, just like that. The TV channels were registered in less than five minutes, and the coffee made in the meanwhile.
They had some basics in their new house, it was a bit weird still, the empty rooms, no bed, no couch. They had moved in today, the shopping experience had been tiring, and all they had to sit was the kitchen stools. Well, Matt had pointed out to Mello that he didn't even need a stool, but he had soon realised that Mello was still uncomfortable with his disablement because he hadn't found it funny at all. He even believed that Mello's attention for the radio was to give himself time to change the subject.
It's only when Mello was finally satisfied with the radio that he looked at Matt and grabbed his own cup, still steaming.
He set it back on the counter immediately without even taking a gulp.
Matt, lost in his thoughts, was staring at him, his head resting on his chin.
Mello stood up, turned around the counter and grabbed Matt's face in his palms, and kissed him.
He pulled back quickly, still holding Matt, half looking for approval, half scared that he had ruined something.
"Was I that obvious?" Matt chuckled.
"I'm glad I wasn't mistaken." Mello smiled.
"Damn blonde, we moved here together, wasn't it enough as a hint?" Matt teased Mello, but he knew that since they had shared a room almost all their life before, it wasn't that much of a hint. Only the look he had set on Mello unconsciously finally caught Mello's attention on what Matt felt for him.
Matt's hands reached for the back of Mello's head, pulling him into another kiss, deeper this time, and with no hesitation.
The position was awkward, Mello half bent over Matt, both trying to make physical contact but failing to do so.
Mello's knee came on the side of Matt's thigh, partly sat in the redhead's lap, as he snaked his arms around his shoulders. Hands couldn't get enough surface to touch, to caress.
At some point, Mello's arousal was very obvious.
"Sorry..." the blond whispered. He didn't even know why he was sorry, just that he didn't know how to go about this, if Matt was uncomfortable, mentally and physically, because Mello was totally straddling him at that moment, if Matt wanted this, if he could, even...
"Don't be... I... I have never thought I'd take that path in the state I'm in so I'm not familiar with this... hell, I'm not familiar with sex at all..." Matt blushed, looking down.
"You've never...?" Mello asked, dumbfounded.
"I wasn't the social type, in case you forgot... then I just couldn't... you know... this..." he gestured to the wheelchair, "and I wasn't really in the mood after Kira."
"I can understand that..." Mello lifted Matt's chin, smiling tenderly at him. For some reason, even if himself wasn't a virgin, the thought of being Matt's first filled him with a feeling that he was finally first in something that really mattered.
"Do you feel something? I mean, can you... does it work?" It was kind of weird to be talking about Matt's junk in that way but it was something useful to know right at that moment.
"It works perfectly." Matt laughed at Mello's redness. The blond wasn't easy to embarrass but the conversation was awkward enough, he could admit it, "Only my legs are dysfunctional, from up my thighs to my feet, the rest is totally normal. Good news, huh?" Matt glanced at Mello's bulge before looking back at him, smirking.
Mello didn't reply, he just kept on kissing Matt, tugging on his sweater.
Matt detangled himself from the garment the best he could with the position he was in, his head not finding the right exit and Mello not giving him much room to proceed.
"Mello, Mmm...ello" he said between two kisses, "Hey, calm down, I'm not... mmh... going anywhere, you know?".
Mello straightened a bit, looking at Matt.
"Sorry... I just missed you so much, and I want you so much now..." the blond was almost panting, his thumb caressing Matt's cheek.
They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before Matt spoke again.
"You know, I kind of feel like a... plant, or something like that. I was stuck where I was, Near watered me with lies so I barely survived but I didn't grow, I was suffocating. Now I still don't have my legs but I'm moving again, I don't even care that I can't use my legs, I want to live, to move on, I would even have given my arms not to go through what I went through without you..."
"I can't agree with that, I kind of like your arms totally functional..." Mello smirked, Matt chuckled, his hand roaming on Mello's crotch.
"You'd miss that..." the redhead said playfully, Mello gasping at the sensation and pulling Matt into a passionate kiss.
"Hell yeah..." he whispered in a horny tone, "And I wouldn't want to have the impression to make love to a seaweed..."
Matt laughed in the kiss at the mental image.
Matt unzipped Mello's vest and snaked his arm around his waist to pull him closer so he could lick and suck at his nipples. Then, grabbing the back of his head, his lips trailed up to Mello's neck, earlobe and jaw, giving the blond goosebumps.
Mello stood up and got rid of the rest of his clothes, then proceeded to unzip Matt's pants, freeing his erection. At the sight of the hard member, Mello knelt, unable to resist the urge to take it in his mouth.
The more Matt looked at Mello's lips, the more he wanted from what they had started.
"Mello... I want you now... please..." he almost whined, trying to pull the blond upwards.
Mello hesitated a split second, how would they do it? It was awkward and still, very exciting to do it in Matt's wheelchair.
He climbed on the chair, each one of his thighs lodging along Matt's. It was tight but ok.
"You... want to ride me?" Matt wasn't particularly expecting Mello to take bottom so he was slightly surprised. Mello could have laid him on the kitchen's tiles, for what he cared... as long as something happened, and soon, he didn't give a damn.
Mello didn't reply, but his lust-filled eyes told Matt that Mello cared for facts as much as he did: not at all.
Matt began to stroke Mello's hard-on, trying to bend to take it in his mouth. Mello obliged, straightening enough so Matt could do it.
The redhead only stopped to coat his fingers with saliva before resuming his ministrations. Mello braced himself for what was coming, but Matt was extremely gentle, and Mello, that wasn't used to bottom but had once or twice, realised it didn't have to be painful. Maybe that's why making love and fucking are two different things, he thought.
Slowly, Matt prepared Mello, taking time, being careful for every noise the blond made.
"I'm ready..." Mello said in a breath. Matt let go of his dick and reached for his lips, kissing Mello tenderly as he lowered on Matt's member. The feeling of discomfort was quick to disappear, and Mello began to move.
They locked eyes, unable to look away, eager to see the feelings dance in each other's pupils. It was all new to them, and yet so natural, there was no awkwardness anymore. Matt's disablement didn't exist, the past didn't exist, they were just retying the bond that Near had tried to cut, cruel enough to do it like he'd have sheared an arm with a rusty blade.
Mello could feel Matt's cock aiming at his sweet spot each time he went down, his own member trapped between them, rubbing on Matt's skin, and it wasn't only the familiar pre-orgasm feeling that was pooling in him, it was so much more, it was pooling in every part of him even, making him feel electric.
He exploded. His seed splashed on Matt's chest, tears began to flood his eyes, feelings were too much to take all at once, because he had never known that, and, more than that, because he had made up his mind that he would never, ever know that.
Matt wasn't long to follow, and they stayed long in each other's arms, crying, needing to get rid of the overload of emotions of the last two days.
It was only weeks later that they received a letter from Gevanni, who had respected their will not to be followed, tracked or hacked. A simple letter addressed to their house, since they now lived as a normal couple with their address registered in the White Pages.
Near had killed himself with sleeping pills the day Matt left. He didn't leave a note, didn't take care of the next L, he just left, in silence and alone. The spot was open to Mello and Matt if they wanted it, and all the team was ready to work with them.
The couple declined, and visited Near's grave, one month later. They left a small plant in a pot on the marble.
No one ever visited Near's grave after that, and although the grave slowly covered with moss and dirt, the plant grew until the roots were too big for the ceramic and it exploded.
Strangely enough, now the grave can hardly be found under the huge oak tree that stands on what can still hardly be guessed of the marble underneath.