THIS IS IMPORTANT
This is an explanation…as well as me begging you readers for something.
I was not purposely avoiding updating this. I was in the hospital for about a week. I have chronic appendicitis, which means, that I may need surgery. Along with that, my mother was out of the country and I was very distracted.
This, I really want you all to really pay attention to. I understand, that a lot of you read my fanfics for the purposes of really kinky yaoi. But please…I ask of you two things. When you review…please, please, PLEASE, leave me somewhat long reviews! It's not worth it, if I have to read three words stating 'OMG UPDATE SOON'. It does not inspire me in the least to write more. In fact…I find reviews like that, almost upsetting. It seems to me, that all you care about is the fact I write yaoi, and you want more. The more I receive reviews like that, the less inclined I am to update, because they don't inspire me. Second of all…it hurts when people ONLY review fanfics like this, Vodka and Red Bull and Yes, Master. There are two fanfics I have on here…which I have poured my heart into, one of which, means more to me than anyone could imagine. That fanfic is called Chasing Cars. It's a sonfic, and it means a lot to me. Since posting the first chapter…I have received six reviews. It is a four chapter fic, and I have received six reviews. Vodka and Red Bull is four chapters, and is close to forty reviews. It hurts to see that all you want from me is smut, smut and more fucking smut. I don't just think Matt and Mello's relationship was all sex. I think there was a very powerful bond between them, and I try and portray that through all of my work that ISN'T smut. I'll be honest…If I receive too many "OMG UPDATE SOON" reviews on this, and continue to lack reviews for Chasing Cars…I WILL remove this, Yes, Master AND Vodka and Red Bull from this account until some people on can learn to appreciate a fanfiction that DOESN'T include a four chapter sex scene.
KEEP THIS IN MIND. I WRITE THESE FICS FOR ME AND MY FRIENDS FIRST AND SECOND.
That's all, please consider what I've said, and enjoy your smut.
I drag Matt into the office. It's small. It's tiny. It's cramped. It's almost like a coffin.
I love to fuck in tight places.
I've never fucked in a coffin before.
Note to self: Buy a coffin.
I've fucked in loads of small places before.
Cars.
Underneath beds.
Bathrooms.
Showers.
Name anything. I can bet I've done something there.
The drugs are working through Matt's body at a steady pace. His eyes have this erotic glassiness to them. He's begging.
The office is cleaner than most club offices.
A desk with a computer.
A swivel chair.
File cabinet.
And a safe.
I want to fuck him on the desk.
I want to spill our seed all over this desk.
I want to stain this cheap Formica.
Fucking Formica.
I take Matt's hand and sit down on the swivel chair. It's made of a rather decent brand of leather. It's so smooth against my midriff. As I sit, I drag Matt towards me.
He lands on my lap, but only halfway.
Matt stumbles and falls to the ground, landing with a soft thud. He's sitting on his ass, staring up at me with longing, desperate green eyes.
How the fuck is this guy going to break me?
I lean back in the chair, placing my arms behind my head and recline back in the chair. One of my legs raises and crosses over the other one at the thigh.
"What's wrong?" I ask him gently, extending my leg, running the toe of my boot along his stomach. Matt's leaning back on his elbows, his shirt is messed up, and so is his expression. It's so distorted and aroused. He's begging to be pleasured.
"My eyes hurt to keep open." He confesses, rubbing them with his forearm.
I continue to run my foot along his chest. "Don't worry about it." I say, pulling my foot away, luring him forward like there's a fuckin' Matt magnet in my shoe.
I reach down. I place a finger beneath his chin and draw him up into a standing position. He's looking down at me. His glassy eyes reminding me of polished jade.
Fuckin' jade.
Fuckin' China.
"Don't worry, Matt." I whisper as he leans his head down, kissing my neck gently. I gasp softly at his touch. He's discovering he can be sudden with me. "I'll make you want to keep those eyes of yours shut."
Matt nods. His mouth opens up against my neck. His teeth knick my flesh. His teeth are like the edges of a serrated knife slowly, and painfully slicing up my flesh.
I grasp Matt's shirt, gasping more.
I pull Matt forward.
Force him on to my lap.
I turn the chair so his back is leaning against the computer desk.
"Prepare yourself." I whisper hoarsely into his ear as he looks at me with and expression speckled with the clueless influence of curiosity.
"For what?" he moans, as I place my hands beneath his shirt.
Matt cries out.
He loves the feel of my leathery hands on his abdomen.
I feel like a mortician.
I'm examining his every curve, checking ever shift in flesh, pressing roughly against every ripple of skin.
I almost want a scalpel to slice him over.
We can play doctor. And I'll be the surgeon.
And you can be the patient.
Who I unfortunately must operate upon.
Perhaps the anesthesia will wear off.
And you'll wake up during the middle of surgery.
And I'll be forced to kill you because the scene of surgery before you will be so gruesome that it's traumatic…
There I go again…Wanting to break Matt.
So fragile. So beautiful.
It's like touching the body of a Greek god…Which one would he be?
No…He's too beautiful to be just a god.
He's Aphrodite. And I am the lowly Hephaestus.
Lame, unappealing but yet…
I must let him break me…
I have him sitting on the desk now, helpless, against the wall…and so…willing.
I yank his shirt from his body, up and over his head. His hair gets messy from slipping through the collar so suddenly.
Matt pants and looks at me eagerly. He's so hungry for me.
I climb from the desk chair, shifting so I'm sitting on my knees.
I place hands upon the desk, hoisting part of my body up and press a warm kiss on Matt's stomach.
He gasps softly. His head tilts back. I suck on him gently.
He's so delicious.
Matt grasps around the edges of the desk, moaning out, his head presses against the back of the desk. His body begins to writhe. We're on the verge of knocking a computer from the desk.
My body becomes nimble, despite the drugs coursing through me, and I force myself into standing on the swiveling desk chair. He's in so much anguish and desperation, I can't leave him waiting.
"Christ, Matt." I whisper to him, leaning over his body as I stand on the chair, my teeth grazing against the curved edge of his ear. "You've got quite some hard-on, doncha?" I raise a hand and caress his cheek.
His skin is so soft when he's not sweating.
And his body is so smooth when he isn't aroused.
And he's so magnificently dirty when he's jacked up on drugs.
Matt's head tilts so his cheek is resting in my palm. But I'm not the type to let him get my touch this easily.
I yank it away, placing it between his legs, cupping that mountain of a hard on that he has poking out at me. Matt whimpers gently. I press my fingers into the erection.
And his head tilts back to the point it could fall off.
That's right.
Show me everything you want. Show me how you want it.
Just get on my cock already!
I close my hand around the bulge of Matt's erection, enclosing the organ and the fabric around it within my hand.
He's smiling in ecstasy.
Literally.
Yeah, that's right you fuckin' whore.
Enjoy that while you can.
My other hand slides to my belt. I fumble like a retard to unbuckle it.
It's gonna be just like our first time.
Too excited to take all our clothes off.
I'll only open my pants enough to stick out for him.
And I'll slide his pants off just enough to get access to his ass.
By the end of the night, I might have him loosened up enough.
Enough, so, tomorrow…I could wake up, and just mount him with my morning wood, and thrust inside of him. He'll be just loose enough for that.
And we'll spend the morning fucking like idiot college students. We'd miss class. We'd fail a test. We'd be too sticky and fucked up to care.
"Fuck this shit." I say to Matt, loosening my belt so it opens up. I lean over his body which is half slouched on to the computer desk, his arm resting on the monitor of the computer next to him.
"Ah…" Matt moans as he feels my erection rub against his. The friction building between them from the fabric covering them, as well as the pressure I apply, has him floating somewhere not of this earth.
Dammit Matt, don't fucking go there without me.
I thread my hands through the cords of my pants loosening them up for my lover. He now has the chance to feast upon the weapon that's penetrated him so many times.
The flaps open up.
And flesh presses through the cords getting entangled slightly as it presses out.
And there is the slab of meat that I'm about to fuck this guy with.
Matt glances down at me as I run one of my leathered hands along it. I pant slightly at the sensation of dead and tanned hide pressing against my living, breathing erection. "Y-yeah…" I gasp, smirking at Matt, who is struggling to sit up. He wants it so badly. "What?" I ask him harshly. "You want it?" Matt nods slowly, his eyes glazed over and begging. "Then do something about it."
He thinks he gets the idea.
He has an idea. Not the idea that I had in mind.
But close enough to get my cock to twitch.
Matt slides his hand down his pants, and I see his cock motion around.
And then Matt begins to moan.
His eyes shut. His arm begins to shift up and down, and it's unmistakable as to what he's doing. "Ahh…" Matt groans. "Ah…nghh…"
"Dammit!" I shout at him feeling my cock throb to the point it's almost painful. I reach along my lover's body and make quick work at opening his pants up. "If you're not gonna let me fuck you, at least let me watch!"
Matt laughs at me almost innocently. He hasn't moved his hand since I opened his pants up. "Fine." He snorts. Matt's hand squeezes tightly around himself, and his arm begins the same rhythmic motion.
Up…and down.
A gasp.
Up…and down.
A moan.
Up and down.
Up and down.
A cry of pleasure.
Up, down, up, down, up, down.
Up, down, up, down, up, down.
Up, down, up, down, up, down.
A scream of excitement.
Updownupdownupdownupdownupdown
Updownupdownupdownupdownupdown
Updownupdownupdo—
"STOP!" I scream at Matt, reaching up his body, wrapping my hands around the top of his pants yanking them down.
His eyes are half open, he's sweating, his chest is heaving.
Our hearts our pounding.
I sit back down on the swivel chair, and grab at Matt's ankle where his clothes have collected. "You're not finishing this yourself." I snarl.
Matt almost smiles.
And he almost looks afraid.
I yank Matt towards me…
He lands on my knees.
His cock is coated with pre-cum.
It's shimmering.
Just like Matt's sweaty expression of anticipation.
I force Matt towards me.
Lift him up.
And force him down.
And thrust inside.
And his screams.
Are louder than the music in the club.