Important : Since I put the first and second chapters together, this is the real update of the 19th January.
Chapter three
"That's why Misa-Misa decided never to set a foot in their shop again" Misa concluded her long monologue, then looked down to her boyfriend who was lying on the grass, his hands under his head.
Since she didn't get any reaction from said boyfriend, she resumed.
"I mean like seriously ? Who did that anorexic bitch think she was ?"
"Huh ?" Matt brilliantly replied.
"Are you listening ?"
Not to a single word.
"Of course I am, Misa. I wouldn't go for a picnic with my gorgeous girlfriend, only to stare at the clouds" He said calmly while taking a bite from his sandwich.
Misa eyed him skeptically then continued "As I was saying, I buy there every week. All my clothes are from Zara's collection." She took a sip from her ice-tea "Well not all my clothes, but most of them I also wear some Zanetti and even some..."
Matt's brain retreated again from his girlfriend's babbling for the hundredth time.
His mind was on an overdrive towards an other blond. The bicker.
It's been twenty days now, since the accident. His shoulder has fully recovered. But that beautiful stranger still filled his head and colonized his thoughts.
In his wallet, he only found his German ID with his address in Hanover. Matt has been examining that ID for so long in this past days, that he has memorized every detail on it.
Mihael's birthday and birth town. His full address in Germany. Every trait on his face, the exact length of his hair.
Matt has been going to the university everyday since then. His attendance has multiplied by ten and his professors seemed to appreciate the effort and he could see the results on his latest marks.
But he didn't give a damn about university, marks or professors.
He just wanted to see the German.
At first he only wanted to give him back his belonging, but lately something new was developing.
Matt went to the university's secretary and pretended he was just returning a lost Student's card while trying to bring the old woman to give him the address or at least the phone number of the blond.
But she refused, reminding him about the university's respect for the privacy of its students. She even forcedly took the card from him and added it to the lost items box.
Thank God I didn't give her the whole wallet! I would lose every picture of him.
Oh right, Matt newest hobby before sleeping and when he wakes up, is to stare at Mihael's picture.
That guy became his new obsession.
He's been looking around the university, especially the literature department for a sight of the blond, but he was no where to be seen.
Matt had been neglecting everything else, his gaming, his few friends and of course his girlfriend.
"...started to beep. She thought I stole that ugly necklace. She even called the security guards."
"Oh, she didn't !" Matt faked indignation. "What happened next ?"
So yeah, that was his everyday life, he even went as far as checking with the secretary every morning to see if the card's owner came by.
Pathetic !
But on last Friday, as he was doing his morning check up, the old lady told him that Mihael came and took his card.
That's why Matt was in a relatively good mood today. Since it was the week-end he decided to it make up to Misa, because starting tomorrow he'll be busy looking for the blond.
"and I swore I would never buy anything with Zara on it !"
"Good choice"
"Light ! Wait" Giovanni yelled after his coworker as he pulled away from the younger men he was holding a second ago.
"It's not what you think it is !" He painfully hurried after his colleague.
Try running with a hard on !
Giovanni finally reached him at his office's door and forced him to turn around. Light averted his eyes from the older man's face.
"I-" Light blurted out, his gaze on the floor. "I'm sorry, I interrupted." He apologized to the History Professor.
Why am I apologizing ?
Light had a point. He was the one to find the History professor all over a white haired boy. The later looked fairly young. A teenager for God's sake !
"I-He-" The blue eyed man tried to vindicate his cause but failed miserably.
"You don't have to explain anything to me" Light blurted "Next time, just be careful about the place-"
The white haired boy had finished putting his large white shirt back on and was now shooting Light a malicious glare that shut him on the spot.
He then stepped closer to the two older men, two fingers twirling with his messy hair.
"I don't believe that Mister Gevanni owns you any explanation, Professor Yagami"
Light immediately found the boy's voice irritating.
Maybe not to me, but more like to this University president or to The police authorities.
"Mister Gevanni did not force me into any sexual intercourse."Near continued with the same monotonous voice. "I did it willingly"
Light's face blushed.
How bold of this cheeky high schooler !
"I'm not one of Mister Gevanni's Students."
I guessed.
"I study in a different department of this university."
Holly shit !
"Therefore," Near resumed "This relationship is not meddling with my studies or putting Mister's Gevanni's work ethics in question"
Near reached for the door, then seemed to rememberer something.
"Since you were talking about next time" Near continued "And there will be a next time, I would highly advice you, Mister Yagami, to ask for permission before entering someone else's office"
Gevanni bowed his head in embarrassment, while Light was fighting the urge to knock that little smirk off the brat's face, pull him from his hair across the office, throw the pesky white ball off the window and watch it crash three floors down.
Mello hated the human race.
It was a common knowledge from Berlin to London. Or so he thought.
On his first day back to university, Mello's patience was put to tough testing.
Apparently everyone he knew has somehow heard about the father did call the university to explain his son's absence, but somehow the whole university was made aware of it.
Protecting student's privacy, my ass !
He had to put up with the hypocritical concern of his classmates all morning. He knew that half of them where after his ass and the other didn't care.
He also discovered that his wallet was stolen by an other victim of the accident.
Mail Jeevas, the hospital's secretary had told him earlier on the phone.
That dickhead !
Goggle-boy can keep everything, for all I care. He could at least return my student's card.
Mello needed it to borrow books from the library and making a new one would take a week at least.
. But that problem was solved, as he discovered that the culprit had returned the stolen Item.
Maybe goggle-boy does value his dear life, after all.
But a few days later, an other problem arose.
Mello had a stalker.
Mello could feel someone's stare at him wherever he went. At first he though it was just the general attention that was directed towards him due to the recent events.
But yesterday, he payed more intention and he was sure he did have someone watching him from afar.
Mello has been too busy catching up with different classes to take care of the problem properly.
So he used his charm on Halle, the student's council president. She and Mello have dated for a month last year, but he knew she still had a thing for him. So he kept using her, every time he needed some information about someone from University or elsewhere for that matter. Halle was a smart and sharp young lady who even gave him some astute advices on a few cases in the past.
She didn't owe her position solely to her looks.
She asked him to come by the next day when she would have gathered all necessary information.
The motherfucker will have some questions to answer.
At around 5pm, Mello was done typing and revising his project about "Nietzsche's interpretation of the Divine".
He silently congratulated himself. He did a throughly examination of the German Philosopher's view towards religion.
He loved that philosopher because he was much like himself.
Insociable and skeptical but with strong will and great analytic capacity.
He did end up dying alone drawn in his own madness, but that's irrelevant.
And madness is exactly were that goggle boy was driving Mello.
So today, He decided to confront him.
Mello was stalking his stalker, while letting him believe he was the only one stalking.
Mello was not only an expert when it came to philosophy, literature, science, guns, sex or chocolate, but also investigating.
The moment he was able to take a good sight of him he remembered, he was the second victim involved in that accident.
Who could ever forget a boy wearing goggles and a stripped red and black shirt ?
Mello reread the profile page Halle had given him.
Mail Jeeves. Second year. Technologies And Programming department. Group 4.B.
Girlfriend : Misa Amane. First year. Arts Department. Rising Model and advertising star.
The list continued with informations about Mail's address, parents, sibling...
She really did a conscientious job ! Saved me some valuable time.
Mello has been thinking that his stalker was somehow involved in his latest case that caused his accident, but now realized he was simply a normal student.
Really cute student.
Mello thought looking at the profile picture.
Without the goggles, Mello could see Mail's green eyes that beautifully contrasted with his red hair.
Mello assembled his laptop and notebook in his leather bag.
He calmly exited the library, waiting for the redhead to follow him as predicted.
"Mello !"
Shit ! This was unexpected.
"Gevanni !" Mello exclaimed. "Uh-How are you doing?"
"That's my line." Concern arose in the piercing blue eyes of the History Teacher "I heard you had an accident."
Mello looked at his former teacher, with admiration. The guy was sure handsome. Mello remembered his first history class, a year ago, and the carving desire he bore for his professor.
"It was no big deal, really" Mello hated to be pitied, even from his former crush.
Mello could swear the older man got even hotter, compared to last year. His black hair has grown a bit longer, his deep blue eyes were more alluring than ever.
It was almost fraud for a thirty-two year old guy to look so damn stunning.
"How are the freshmen treating you this year ?" Mello tried to get his mind out of the gutter.
"Same old" Giovanni replied with a faint smile that sent shivers down Mello spine.
"Still hitting on you ?" Mello asked, though he already knew the answer.
"Well, you used to hit on me all the time" Gevanni reminded, his eyes tracing down Mello's slightly exposed chest. "Is it that much of a phantasm for youngsters to sleep with their professors ?"
Mello could feel his skin burning under the older man's lustful eyes.
"It is a part of the thrill." The blond replied.
Mello has lusted after him during all his first year.
And since he was certainly not the shy type and didn't give a damn about university rules, Mello kept on hitting on his teacher for the whole first semester even when he was with Halle.
Call it Mello's taste for the forbidden or his yearning for a taste of the professor. Didn't really matter, since his efforts paid back.
Gevanni had called Mello to his office after Class was over, and told Mello that he wanted him too, but he didn't want to surpass his statue as educator and sleep with his own student.
So Gevanni promised him that if Mello still wanted him, by the end of the second semester, he would do as he pleases.
And in return, Mello promised to stop hitting on him, until then.
And so, they did.
Mello was so proud of himself, thinking he was the only guy in the premises to sleep with the professor,
but a few months ago, he discovered that Giovanni was involved with a white haired freshman, who goes by the name of Near.
"So it was just a passing thrill ?" Gevanni took a step closer.
"Passing ?" Mello repeated "I wouldn't say that"
Now, Mello was seriously intrigued.
Was the guy only testing his seducing skills on one of his ex-screws, or was he trying to have an easy fuck, or was it all in the twisted brain of his and the guy was just being nostalgic.
"Is it a thrill for you to sleep with your students ?"
"I never did" Gevanni answered "Except with you"
How dare you lie to me so bluntly, you horny pervert?
Mello took a look around. The corridors were almost empty, since the university was closing in less than an hour.
Mello grabbed the older man's tie, pulling him closer.
"So, I am the only exception"
"Yes, you are."
You're a good liar, Gevanni-sensei. You're paying.
Mello was kinda turned on. He knew that his stalker was around the corner watching the scene.
"It's a pity we only got to do it once last year, since I had to leave for Germany the next day"
"It-It is a pity" Gevanni stuttered, not knowing where the conversation was going.
"How about an other round, professor?" Mello used his free hand to take Gevanni's hands and rest them on his hips.
"What are-"
"You don't want it ?" Mello thrust his hips forward, so that their crotches were touching.
Yeah, fully erect.
Gevanni was sweating. "It's just that-"
"It's not the right place, I figured" Mello cut him off, this hand already on the professor's member stroking him through this suit pants.
"Mel-Oh !" Gevanni was losing to his ex-student.
"Maybe we should move to your office, professor"
"Th-The conference room is closer" Gevanni pulled back, already walking down the corridor.
"As you please" Mello followed silently.
As they entered the wide room, he watched Giovanni lock the door then shut the curtains.
Mello heard light footsteps on the other side of the door.
Perfect, that dickhead has followed them.
Mello might be able to score three point with one strike.
First, he was going to fuck this old geezer breathless.
He dared resist Mello and make him wait a whole year, when it took him less than a month to adopt that albino kid as his docile pet and then lie about it.
Second he was going to get laid. And he was going to top.
For the last week, Mello had tried every trick in the book to lure L's ass to his bed.
That guy can be so damn obstinate.
Last but not least, he already knows that Mail is straight and going out with Barbi girl Misa.
The sight of two men embracing in carnal desire would definitely repulse him and rid Mello of his annoying stalker.
"Undress professor !" Mello ordered as he moved to the door. He could hear the person behind freeze in expectation.
Mello took off his jacket and with a discreet movement removed the key from the lock of the shut door.
Enjoy the show, Mail.
Mello took off his shirt as well. Giovanni was already in nothing but his boxers and his tie.
Horny old Geezer !
In a matter of seconds, the older men has glued the blond on the conference room, kissing him hard on the lips.
"I've been craving to do you again, Mello. Ever since that time."
Mello was fully hard now. The fact that Mail was watching him, was a real turn on.
As Giovanni stripped Mello's pants down, Mello decided to make his move. He was not going to take it, like a good uke.
"Wait " he said dropping down to his knees. "Won't you like to try my new skills" Mello said playfully, as he started to stoke Giovanni's hard member with one hand.
Then he licked its tip a few times, before running his tongue along it.
He kept on teasing the older man hearing his moans got louder and his frustration grow higher.
Mello commenced to suck him using all his mouth, while caressing his balls with his hand.
He saw the older men fall back against the table, panting and moaning his name quietly.
Good. Step two.
Mello started deep-throating him and Giovanni felt his legs go weak.
"Oh, Mello please don't stop"
"You're great, Mel-"
Yeah, I know.
Mello pulled back for a second "You should sit completely on the table, you will enjoy it more"
Giovanni did as he was told. And Mello used the short break to pour a generous amount of saliva on his fingers.
Perfect. Step Three.
Now, Mello was facing the most delicate step. If he wanted this usually dominant man to bottom for him, he should play his cards right.
Giovanni's upper half was now lying on the table. Mello rose slightly from his knees as he resumed taking the whole length into his mouth.
The hand that was caressing his balls took a more central position. Giovanni didn't seem to notice.
Mello noted that the entrance was partly dilated since he had already slid one finger without the other men reacting.
He gently slid the second. No reaction. The brunet was still panting and groaning with pleasure.
Maybe I should have tried this the first time.
Mello started to scissor his fingers into the gradually relaxing muscle circle.
He's not that much of a dominant. More like a guy who goes with the flow.
Mello heard the moans get lower and the older man asked between two gasp for air "What the hell are you doing ?"
Okay, I take that back.
But Mello was not about to flatter down.
He added a third finger.
"It-ah" Giovanni gasped "It hurts Mello, stop it"
"I'm not stopping. You just relax and soon I'll make you feel good"
Where the fuck is this guy prostate gland ? Is he too used to top that he lost all sensation down there ?
"Mello, stop it already" Giovanni ordered again, trying to kick the younger man's shoulder with his feet.
Mello cursed under his breath, as he avoided the blow and angled his fingers to a new direction.
He instantly heard the other man let out a loud groan followed by a combination of obscenities.
"Jes-Mel-fu-cock !"
Mello smirked and hit the sweet spot again before retreating his fingers completely.
He stood triumphantly between Giovanni's parted legs his cock only brushing the entrance.
The brunet rose a questioning eyebrow at him.
"Do it already !" he shouted at him.
Mello drove inside hitting the spot head on, but did not move.
You'll have to beg for it, old geezer.
"Please Mello, stop the teasing" Gevanni panted.
Mello slid out slowly. He was enjoying himself.
I do have a sadist steak, not that I didn't know.
"Mello, please fuck me!"
Score !
Mello reentered him with a wild thrust and repeated the motion a few more times, watching the older man's sweeting body, hearing his shameless moans getting louder.
"Harder-Fast-Oh- Faster, please"
Mello pulled his legs higher and rested them on his shoulder.
His thrusts became wilder, harder, deeper into that incredibly hot tight.
"Oh ! Mello"
For his first time on the receiving hand, Giovanni was enjoying it too much. He was in a total bliss as he felt himself come closer.
"Mello, I'm com-"
Giovanni's body arched on the table as he came hard, his white fluid spreading on his stomach.
Damn, I didn't even have to stroke him.
Mello was too taken by his own orgasm to give it any other thought.
He fell down on Giovanni's chest, heavily panting.
"I have to add exhibitionist to my deviances list" Mello murmured to himself.
AN: Okay, Okay. Mello is a sex addicted whore. What's the harm ? Seriously...
You'll find out more about Mello's background in the next chapter... which is already up !
And of course Matt's reaction to this free porn show...