Based on the song Love The Way You Lie Part 2 by Rihanna. A friend of mine showed me this song a few weeks ago, and I realized that I should make a Part 2, to my fic as well. So here it is.
I advise reading the first part again cause it's sorta continuing where the last one left off.
Which means, unfortunately, they are already both dead.
A slight warning towards a more Mature turn of events about halfway through. Still Teen rated, but there's openly obvious suggestive adult content (if that makes any sense :P).
Again, " (*} " are the breaks. This time just showing breaks in time.
Also again, italics are lyrics; Matt sings the regular italics while Mello sings the underlined italics
And the bold underlined italics are both of them singing.
Genre: Angst/Romance
Characters: Matt and Mello, other character mentions
Mello remembers that day when he held out his hand to Matt – the day they both died. It seemed like they both had such a bright future ahead of them; because even in death they were still together.
Matt had taken his hand and they walked side-by-side into the light. It was strange but they had arrived back at Whammy's; though it was a slightly altered version of it. Only those that were dead were there.
Whammy and L had been there greeting them back home. It had seemed like everything would go back to the way it was when they were little kids.
Mello was wrong.
Now everything is just as bad as it was before they had died.
Mello shakes his head and closes his eyes, not wanting to see the damage that he's caused again. It's a wonder that it still surprises him.
On the first page of our story, the future seems so bright.
And this thing turned out so evil, I don't know why I'm still surprised.
Matt looks up at Mello from his position on the floor amid the ruins, watching his head shake slowly. He takes in the sight of the halo of light around his blond hair, and the wings that spread from his back. It's amazing how beautiful he is, even when he is overwhelmed with dark emotions.
Another argument, another fight. Always a never-ending cycle of Mello wanting to be the best, but always trying to go about it the wrong way.
Matt can't help idolizing Mello's strength as he tries to hold onto a reality that doesn't exist for them anymore. It's an obsessive determination, that brings strain and suffering to their relationship, and is defined by the pure white feathers tipped with midnight black that makes up both of their sets of wings.
Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take death to new extremes.
But you'll always be my hero, even though you lost your mind.
Mello feels the coursing of emotions through his veins; the pain, the anger, burning uncontrollably.
It's the feelings he found so familiar when he was still alive, and it's what he clings to. Anything to feel just a grasp of real life in the afterlife. It'll all he longs for.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Matt can only sit back and watch the warring of pain and peace in Mello's heart. As much as he tries to convince Mello just to stop, he can't change the way Mello thinks. It's almost as if death has caught Mello in his state of turmoil and won't let him move on. Won't let him realize that he can breathe easy now, and just let life pass him by.
But it's also the lie that keeps Mello being Mello. If he was to slow down and relax he wouldn't be the same person that Matt knows and loves. In that sense, behind Matt's tear-stained face, there's a part of him that also wishes that the pain will never stop.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.
Matt picks himself up off the ground, clearing his throat that's hoarse from all the yelling. He doesn't pay any mind to the shards of glass that litter the floor. Even if he were to cut himself, it's not like he can die from blood loss anymore.
He turns his back to Mello, and leaves the room with only a few parting words. In all their fighting, no matter how often it seems that Mello will cave to Matt's voice of reason, something pulls him away and gives him a dark strength that always beats Matt down.
Now this gravel in our voices, glass is shattered from the fight.
In this tug of war, you'll always win, even when I'm right.
Mello listens numbly as Matt leaves the room. He doesn't call out to him, he doesn't stop him. The red-head utters a well-deserved swear, and gives the threat of leaving; both of which Mello is used to.
They've been playing these games for far too long, it's become habit; one so strong they can't break. And it kills Mello more inside to know that without these fights, he would most likely cease to exist.
Cause you feed me fables from your hand,
With violent words and empty threats and it's sick that all these battles are what keeps me satisfied.
Matt retreats to his favorite corner of Whammy's. It's a small window seat on the third floor at the end of the hall. He used to play his video games there all the time, it was always so peaceful.
Now, as he folds his tainted wings around him and curls up on the small ledge, all Matt can feel is a burning in his lungs, a remnant of the pain of his death.
Every fight they have, the pain of the bullet wounds coarse through his body, like fire and oil. It's excruciating; but all Matt can think about, is how it reminds him of the fact that he took those bullets and died for Mello's sake.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Mello knows exactly where Matt went off to, but heads out the door in the opposite direction. He glances back into the room, seeing it already put back together like new. It stabs his heart, and his eyes glaze over with disappointed tears. Everywhere he goes, there are reminders that he isn't in the real world anymore, that he is just dreaming, walking in a world that doesn't really exist. But Mello holds onto the lie, and will keeping holding on for as long as possible.
As long as Matt is there beside him, pretending to believe the lie, then that is enough for Mello.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.
(*}
It's dark when Matt climbs into bed beside a half asleep Mello, and he knows he's a glutton for punishment. No matter how many times he tries to follow up with his threat, he always loses the courage before he can actually run away. He can't go against the fate that killed them, and brought them back together in the afterlife.
So maybe I'm a masochist
I try to run but I don't wanna ever leave.
Mello let's Matt snuggle up with him in the dark of the night. He's too tired to make a fuss, and his eyes droop, the walls going fuzzy.
The warmth of Matt's embrace brings back memories of the times when they would laugh and smile. When they gave each other hugs whenever they wanted to. When all games were fun, and not hurtful. When life was carefree, having nothing to worry about. And when they kissed each other to express their love; not used as a way to gain dominance and submission.
Too bad that all faded away, many years ago.
Til the walls are goin' up in smoke with all our memories.
(*}
Matt slowly opens his eyes from his peaceful sleep. He sees Mello pulling out of one dreamworld and into another.
Mello's face is illuminated by a ray of sun that shines through the window across the room; such beauty marred by the streaks of blood and blooming purple bruises. Matt figures he himself must look the same.
Even though the damage they make to the house disappears after their fights; the marks made on each other remain. Probably as a warning against further destruction – not that it ever stops them.
This morning, you wake, a sun ray hits your face
Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction.
Mello watches Matt's face carefully, surveying the damage that he's caused.
His expression changes and Matt fears the worst – he sees the hurt in his eyes over what he's done once again. Mello whispers his apologies, just the same as every morning before that.
Matt breathes out a sigh of despair; apologies just aren't enough anymore. He pushes away from Mello; he can't take the sight of those eyes anymore.
Hush baby, speak softly, tell me that you're awfully sorry that you
Pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me.
Mello's demeanor changes as Matt pulls away from him, not accepting the apology. He should have seen it coming. Their relationship strained to the point of breaking; held together only by lies and routine apologies that hold no meaning anymore.
Mello moves to get out of bed, avoiding Matt's fingers that automatically reach out to keep him from leaving. He yells as Matt; doesn't want to feel a fake embrace. Matt's right, somehow they have to break out of the painful cycle that they are in.
Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me
Matt scrambles to follow Mello out of the room. Not wanting to be alone with these thoughts of pain and despair. Being with Mello keeps Matt sane, because he wouldn't be able to cope with death if the blond wasn't at his side.
So he follows him; acting like a shadow in the bright light of their purgatory.
When Mello finally stops; he turns around, arms open to embrace Matt, longing to feel complete again. Neither can ever escape the need to have the other in their arms.
Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy.
Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me.
Mello kisses Matt, holding him tightly, listening to the whispers of how beautiful he is. Mello knows he's not beautiful, he doesn't believe the lie that is as plain as the scar that covers half of his face. But he knows it's just Matt's way of saying that he loves him, no matter what he does or looks like.
He hates it.
And he loves it.
Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me
Matt is shoved violently away from Mello, up against the wall. The atmosphere changing in an instant from painful longing to desperate needing.
Their tongues collide in a war for dominance, neither giving out to the other. As they push and pull each other around the hall, mouths never disconnecting, they leave a path of destruction that only grows as they discard clothes and make use of every surface possible to increase their pleasure.
Both men, insane with desire, forget all of the times that they betrayed and lied to each other, only to remember how they are always there for each other. Through thick and thin, through life, death, and afterlife; they will always be together.
It is something they could never, and would never change.
Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the
destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths but we
Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs
that we'll have each other's backs,
Mello moans into Matt's mouth, the increasing pleasure surmounting his need to dominate. His overpowering pride slowly slips away because they just move too well together.
Together, they are unstoppable. They beat down everything that crosses their paths, and they don't stop until they are the victorious.
It's at the moment that Mello gives in to Matt that they both realize that they are looking at the obstacles of their relationship as if they are mountains that need overcoming. Instead they are actually just small mounds that they can easily move around without any difficulty. They both need to just stop acting so stubborn, and let the other win every once in a while.
It doesn't matter who hurts who first or how many times, it's the fact that there is hurt in the first place. A hurt that shouldn't have to happen.
'Cause we're that lucky.
Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills,
You hit me twice, yeah, but who's countin'
I may have hit you three times, I'm startin' to lose count
Matt gasps at the feeling of Mello; never will he forget this utter bliss. It's as if he is still the innocent boy he used to be; feeling the intense pleasure for the first time. It's at moments like this that they both know exactly how much they love each other, and how amazing it is that they will have each other for the rest of their existences.
It sounds insane to both of them; a love defined by intense fights and moments of insatiable passion. But there's no one that they would listen to to convince them of anything else.
But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain
Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counselin'
Matt stumbles through the house towards their bedroom, holding up Mello's weight as he goes; the rocking of his forward motion, giving a pleasure to Mello that the doesn't want to lose.
He silently thanks the oversized house, and redhead that is rubbing against him. If Matt wasn't there with him, the largeness of the house would have no purpose.
If Matt wasn't there; there was nothing stopping Mello from setting the whole thing on fire, to burn all that served as a reminder of him. Because, with Matt, at least there was something that made sense in the world, something that held him in a steady state of mind. If Matt were to leave, Mello would lose all sanity, and would more than likely lose his white wings to the darkness that was already spreading across them.
This house is too huge, if you move out I'll burn all two thousand
square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it.
With you I'm in my fuckin' mind, without you, I'm out it
Finally in their bed, they move with each other in burning ecstasy. Nails claw across arms and backs, teeth nip and bite at sensitive skin, moans and groans fill the air around them. Turning pain into pleasure; and for the first time, both seeking to satisfy the other, and not their self.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
A blinding white light passes before each of their eyes; and both cry out the others name. A glorious high that stays with them for more than a few moments.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
When it all clears, they both gasp at what they see before them.
They are both encased in a pure white light that fills both of them with love and takes away their pain and fear, turning black feathers back to white.
They realize that, because they just put aside their own wants and needs, and gave themselves to the other, they had finally learned their final lesson.
Matt and Mello look at each other, both saying how this is the end; that they will be separated on the other side.
And with that lie within their hearts, they hold each other close that let the light consume them.
But that's alright because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie.
Soooo, surprisingly that turned out quite a bit differently than I thought it would. However, I kind like how Matt and Mello finally find peace at the end.
Basically, they were stuck in purgatory until they got over their differences, and learned how to give themselves to the other without thinking of themselves all the time. But yeah, I hope it made sense, and I hope you liked Part 2 :)
Please R&R, I'd like to know if this was up to par with the first part.
I have a few more fics planned, but I need to buckle down and just write them. I'm too lazy. I will try to write more tho.