The air seemed to sparkle into vivacious peaks of color, then feather down like avian plumage. Within a plethora of soft cloth, three glimmering irises made wary, intimate contact.
Cherry released a breathy gasp of estrogen fueled surprise and tried frantically to pull her redheaded companion's pants and boxers over his freckled hips. Her brass bracelets jingled an agitated tune. The pearly outline of her naked sides expanded and contracted with every nervous breath she gulped.
Hollow blue eyes took in a sickeningly delightful feast of skin. Mello swallowed, stepped forward, and then drew back again to compose himself. Raw emotion seemed to seep from his pores and propel through the strained veins in his throat. His expression was a deathly combination of lust and anger.
Mail sluggishly watched Mello's pupils dilate until his icy eyes became glistening lumps of shiny coal. Instinctively he wanted to panic, but his altered brain refused to send the proper signals to his body. Red blossomed contagiously from his cheeks to Mihael's and then Cherry's. Despite his best efforts, Mail was unable to lose his hard on and he knew that his companions could feel and see the humiliating evidence. He couldn't decide whether to run or lay passively in utter, delicious submission.
The whole situation was insane, wonderful, awful, the worst; and the very best that he'd ever had.
Cherry finally succeeded in clothing Mail again and she hastily detangled her trembling body from his. Her red pout struggled to form shaky syllables. Mascara pooled in muddy drops around her eyelashes. She shakily rose to her feet and took a tentative step towards Mello.
"Mihael…this is…I didn't know that you two…"
With a controlled lunge, Mello caught Cherry in a harsh embrace. He stroked her soft hair and her pallid cheeks the way a child would touch a prized doll. His hand grasped her swanlike throat gently and his gaze scorched into hers.
She couldn't meet his eyes.
The blond's lips tickled her ear and she whimpered. Goosebumps bloomed across her exposed skin and she shivered helplessly in Mello's muscled arms. She flinched as his hand slid to her chin and moaned into his throat when his mouth devoured hers.
Mail's stomach knotted as he watched and for a fleeting moment he couldn't decide who he was more envious of. Mello's rumbling purr made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He cruelly met Mail's eye as he smothered the redheaded girl in rough kisses.
"Shhh…stop shaking. You've done nothing wrong my dear."
"Mihael, I'm sorry…I didn't know you two knew each other…"
"Why Cherry darling, it's Ginger who should be apologizing. You went to all this trouble to pleasure him and he didn't even attempt to return the favor. What an absolute brute."
Mail opened his mouth to protest but Mello's wolfish grin silenced him immediately.
The blond spun Cherry around so his hands rested on her slim nude hips and glided over her supple breasts. He slid a heated palm up her inner thigh and savored the little hitch in her breath from his touch. He pressed his crotch to her lace covered ass and used his weight to guide her back towards Mail.
He stopped when her waist was adjacent to the other man's coppery head. With a hum of approval, Mello positioned her delicate hands to rest on the redhead's shoulders. Her glittering eyes nervously met Mail's for the second time. Both knew instinctively that this could be the worst or the best night of their lives.
Mello bit the fragile skin under Cherry's chin; causing another helpless noise to escape her full lips. Mail felt her sharp nails dig painfully into his shoulder as Mello groped her from behind.
"You stay there, baby."
Mihael walked behind the velvety loveseat so that he was leaning over Mail's sprawled form from the back. His hands found the redhead's jawbone and he tilted it backwards until Mail's pliable throat was exposed. For a terrifying moment, the redhead thought the blond was going to break his neck.
Then, soft lips connected to his and their tongues joined in a familiar lusty tangle. Mail hadn't realized how much he'd missed, how much he'd craved Mello's presence and touch.
He couldn't believe how much the suffocating, possessive wetness of the other's mouth on his aroused him. The familiar craving pumped through him and burned his bones.
He couldn't believe that it was really Mello who was holding him, caressing him so crudely, yet with such desperate affection. Time blurred and faded as Mail melted into the blond's touch.
He liked that the blond was making such a show of claiming him, and he was turned on even more by Cherry's forced voyeuristic presence. She watched with a timid hunger that slowly drove him insane. He knew that Mello wouldn't hesitate to take either one of them right in front of the other.
As the two men finally broke apart for air, Mail wondered how such an intimate act could feel so right with someone he barely knew. He blearily took in the attractive image of an upside down Mello: graceful hands firmly place on his sides, expectant blues cast upon him, strident smirk fixed into place.
"Ginger, I'm glad you showed up tonight. I've been thinking about you."
"R-really?"
Mail's doe like expression, tousled locks, and dilated pupils made him irresistible to the blond. Mello's lip curled, and his fingers teased the redhead's collarbone. He harshly nipped Matt's blushing earlobe. His throaty voice lowered to a tickling whisper.
"I want you, Mail. Do you want me?"
Mail felt a jolt of arousal at Mello using his proper name. His mouth felt too dry, and his beating heart drowned out his auditory abilities.
He did want Mello.
But in a strange moment of logical clarity, Mail realized that he didn't want him now; not here, and not like this.
His chest tightened as he came to the frightening realization that he desired so much more than physical intimacy with the blond.
He wanted Mello's smile, his crinkling blue eyes; his graceful hands.
He wanted to know everything about him; past, present and future.
He wanted Mello's heart, his spirit, his…
"Well, Ginger? I'm waiting."
The blond's eyes pulsed darkly into his through a delicate shade of yellow lashes. Cherry's muted, gentle breaths colored the stagnant air with white noise.
Mail closed his eyes and panted softly in an attempt to clear his racing head and raging body. He had to tell Mello what he was thinking, how his heart had just fucking expanded inside his chest.
"I…"
"Are you shy? I could ask Cherry to leave if you'd like."
Cherry met Mail's shining gaze and gave a slight smile combined with a nod of silent encouragement. Unfortunately, her innocent gestures had the opposite effect of their intent.
Mail could sense a tightening of the atmosphere around Mello even before he turned to look back into the blond's eyes.
"Or maybe, you want her to stay?"
Mail felt as if a ton of bricks hit him in his chest.
"Mello, that's not it!"
Mello's mouth became a sharp ridge. His perfectly shaped eyebrows arched at a painful angle.
"I think that's exactly it."
Cherry's soprano softly interjected. She placed a tentative hand over Mello's.
"Mihael, please don't act this way. It isn't like that."
Mello's hand closed protectively around hers, and the faint glimmer of hurt in his eyes was quickly glossed over with smug disassociation.
"It's alright love; I'll let you two have your privacy. I have a club to run anyway. Just make sure you get back to work when you're finished here."
Mail felt like the whole ordeal happened in agonizing slow motion. He felt Mello's body heat pulling away from him, felt his ears mourning the loss of the other's heartbeat, saw the glassy eyes narrow, darken, and then close as the blond turned his head. The blond's voice was sarcastically sweet to mask his perceived humiliation.
"I really thought we had something."
Mail balked. He couldn't let Mello get away.
Not again.
Never again.
Mail took a breath through his bruised lips and released a crackling plea.
"Mihael, please! You're the one I want. I came here for you."
His pleading tone prompted Mello to turn around abruptly.
The blond strode over the redhead and bent over him again, this time with a tender, unwavering embrace. He buried his face behind red locks into a freckly neck and breathed in the cinnamon spice that was pure Mail. He needed to face his true feelings.
It was intoxicating for him to be near the red haired man, and unbearable to be without him. He was terrified needing the redhead, terrified of needing anyone, and yet he still felt this way about a stranger...
Mello closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Mail's ear.
"I missed you Ginger, I missed you way too much…you feel it too, don't you?"
Mail felt his heart slowly begin to solidify inside his chest. With the other man so close, it became hard for him to think, even to breathe.
"Yes...I-I feel the same way…"
Despite her awe inspired curiosity, Cherry moved subtlety out of the room and closed the curtain. She'd seen lovers before, but never anything quite like this, and she didn't want anything to tamper with such a powerful bond.
Mail touched his spotty nose to Mihael's smooth one and shyly met his dancing irises.
They were together at last.
"M-Mello, oh, oh…"
Mail's lips stumbled clumsily over his words.
The blond was on top of him, showering him with wet tastes of tongue that rogued and bruised his most tender skin.
Mello's want was earnest, carnal and uncomplicated; unabashed and unreserved.
He wanted to bury himself inside the tight heat that was Mail. He wanted to make the ginger boy scream. He wanted to ride him hard against a wall and take all that he could until their bodies couldn't physically handle the ecstasy. They could deal with feelings another time.
But Mail's want was layered and delicate, bubbling under the surface.
The redhead felt their connection on a physical and metaphysical level; and it threatened to undo him completely. He struggled for breath. The mental level of closeness he felt with Mello after such a short time made it hard to think about anything else. Mail whimpered as Mello's devious hand cupped his manhood through his pants.
It was too much, too soon…
"M-Mello, wait."
The blond murmured a sound of reluctant ascent. His instincts told him that the redhead was a virgin in more ways than one, and he didn't want the beautiful thing they were building together to violently shatter because he couldn't control himself.
He pulled his hand away and moved his mouth up Mail's pale torso until his lips met the redhead's for a chaste kiss. He smirked at the other's expression of shock.
"You look like you were expecting a fight. Do you think I'm some type of rapist?"
Mello's eyes were luminous in the dim lighting.
"Well, no…I guess I just thought you wouldn't be okay with stopping so suddenly after all of this."
Mail looked up earnestly and Mello could see tears threatening to spill over red lashes. He cupped Mail's cheeks and touched their noses together intimately.
"No, of course it's okay. I'm okay with just about anything when it comes to you."
Mello's face flushed instantly with heat. The words seemed to have left him mouth without his conscious permission. He couldn't believe he'd actually said that; especially to Mail.
He cleared his throat roughly and pulled slightly away.
"How are you feeling? Did the drug wear off yet?"
"Yeah, my head finally stopped spinning. I think I can even walk."
Mail let out a crackling chuckle. Mello mockingly rolled his eyes.
"Well then Ginger, do you want to get out of here?"
Mail's gaze drifted across the fabric cloaked lounge, then to the windowed sliver of the pulsing nightclub outside. It seemed like he and Mello had created their own little world.
"Would I…would I get to leave with you?"
"Yes."
"Then yeah, of course I do."
Mello smiled to himself and gave the redhead a mischievous wink.
"How do you feel about motorcycles?"
Mail Jeevas had never been on a motorcycle before.
He'd read about them, watched them, and even seen them in person but he'd never imagined that they felt quite like this.
Now his long fingers clung onto Mello's leather jacket for dear life as the cityscape was put onto violent fast-forward. The bike hummed like a predatory feline and rumbled with mechanical energy as they literally rushed through the midnight traffic.
Mello had impeccable control, and Mail couldn't help admiring how precise his gear shifts were.
As Mello gripped the handlebars, he couldn't help noticing elegant the blond's fingers looked in his black riding gloves. Blond strands tickled his nose and Mail inhaled deeply. Mello's hair smelled rich and sweet; he was wearing sugary cologne that suited him perfectly. The redhead could feel the bond's rippled muscles straining through his tight shirt with every turn. The shift and grind of their clothed hips was starting to become seriously uncomfortable, but not in a bad way.
Shit. He was the one who'd said he didn't want sex.
So why did he feel this way now?
Mail unconsciously tensed his body and loosened his iron grip around Mello's chest.
Unfortunately, nothing escaped Mello.
"You okay back there?"
The blond's voice was breathless with the energetic thrill that could only come from riding a motorcycle through the city at night. He obviously hadn't noticed Mail's little problem yet.
"Y-yeah, I'm fine."
Mail's voice was sharper than he intended.
"Jeez, alright. You don't have to be embarrassed if you're getting sick. We can just pull over."
"Mello, no-"
Mello swerved suddenly, pushing Mail's traitorous body flush against his. They pulled into the back of a deserted shopping plaza and the bike screeched to an abrupt halt.
To the blond's indignant surprise, Mail immediately let go of him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Mail seemed to be fumbling with something behind him, but Mello couldn't see what was going on in the dim, early morning light.
"I-it's nothing…just stop talking."
Even the blond's voice was sexy; a low husky timber that made him ache.
Mail had to get himself under control but Mello was making that impossible.
"No way, Ginger. Talk to me, come on…"
Mello turned around to give Mail a reassuring embrace for the second time that night, and that's when he felt the telltale bulge in the redhead's pants.
He wasn't going to escape this time.
A sick smirk spread across the blond's features. He shamelessly rubbed their crotches together; provoking a reluctant moan from the redhead. His tongue began to violate Mail's earlobe.
"Heh…so that's what this is really about, huh? Am I making you hot again?"
Mail was mortified, and he struggled stubbornly under the blond's unwavering advances.
"Mello, off! Off! I-I don't want this; it's just the bike was vibrating a lot and…"
Mello grabbed both of Mail's flailing arms and gave him a firm glance of resignation.
"Cut the bullshit, Mail. Just let me take care of you. We can talk after we finish this, okay?"
In nervous frustration Mail looked, really looked at his partner.
This was the beautiful stranger whose life he'd saved, who'd stopped sexually when he'd been told before, and who let Mail ride his motorcycle. Mello had never seemed untrustworthy before, so why not trust him now?
He met Mello's blazing gaze and nodded softly in assent.
Mello kissed his forehead and brought his body significantly closer to Mail's.
"I won't hurt you."
Mail gasped helplessly as a leather clad hand reached inside his boxers and crassly handled his throbbing erection.