A/N: Hey, y'all! This is the epilogue of Part I of Blood & Chocolate, but no worries, there WILL be a SEQUEL. The sequel will be told from various different points of view, but will contain the same plotline and characters.

EPILOGUE TO PART I

I've been a father for a long time. I'm no fool. I know how to read kids, especially when something's up.

Including this boy. He could go around trying to pretend he's so tough, but in reality, he's just a kid, like my daughter.

The girls were upstairs playing dolls or something with Sophia. We were sitting in the drawing room, after dinner. He was staring at his hands.

"So, how well do you know Misa?" I asked, if only to get a conversation going.

"I really don't know her at all." There was a gruff edge to his voice. "We just met a few days ago. Our relationship's kind of...complicated."

I took a long moment to study him. "What happened to your face, son?" I asked gently.

He flinched and brought his hand up to his cheek, as if suddenly remembering it was there. "I had a run in with some...people. It happens a lot in my line of work."

"Who were these 'people'?" I wasn't trying to be nosy. It was my job to make sure dangerous people weren't getting close to Misa. And if she was involved with this fellow, it was definitely my business to make sure they weren't after her.

He closed his eyes. He looked scared to tell me. "They were hired by Light."

"Light? Wedy's boyfriend?"

He nodded, eyes still closed. He reminded me of a child at school telling on someone. The don't-tell-them-I-told-you expression.

"Why'd he order a hit on you?"

"He didn't like me getting close to Misa."

"And why not?" Alright, I'll admit I was grilling him but this was absolutely necessary. These kinds of things didn't often happen in my line of work, and ignoring these issues could lead to lawsuits and possibly deaths.

"Can I really tell you this?" his eyes were cold. It sent a chill down my spine.

"I'm afraid you have to. If you don't, Misa could get hurt."

That seemed to snap him back to reality a bit. "Alright," he sighed. "Remember the party they threw back at the hotel? When me and Misa first met?"

I nodded.

"Well, I walked in on Light trying to...you know. Misa wasn't into it, so I told him to bugger off. When me and Matt left, we realised Matt'd left his jacket at the hotel room, and we went back to get it. We found Misa lying on the floor, all bloody. Light had stayed over night and...he decided to finish what he'd started before."

My chest clenched. Fathers have nightmares about these things. "He raped her?"

He swallowed. "Yeah, he did. I was so mad...I just...brought him out to the balcony and beat the shit out of him. I think I broke his nose or something. But we weren't sure where to take her. I mean, we didn't want to get involved with the police and all, and we didn't really know what to do, so we took her out of the hotel through the laundry room and brought her back to Vega. She woke up in my room and she remembered she had to get back to the studio, so I let her go. Then those men came into the club and jumped me. One of them had a knife, and he was on the phone with Light. Light told him to 'mess me up'." He traced his scar. "I guess he did."

"Sounds like you've had a few bad breaks."

He tried to laugh, it came out as a strange choking sound.

Seeing this boy made the corners of my eyes prickle. He was playing the stalwart tough guy, but underneath the outer shell, I saw something about to collapse in on itself.

"So...how's work?" I asked. I'd never spoken to anyone with his job.

"I got fired."

Oops. Awkward.

"Why?"

"This damn scar." For a moment, anger surfaced, and then the tough-guy face was set back on. "Can't get many customers like this."

"So wher're you staying?"

This was creepy, truthfully. This kid being subjected to this was beyond anything imaginable, and he was out of a job and in a relationship with one of the world's biggest international popstars.

"Nowhere, I guess. I don't even have any of my stuff."

I swallowed and leaned forward. The words came out before I had a chance to think them over. "You can stay here."

"W-what?" His eyes widened momentarily.

"You're obviously someone very important to Misa, which means you're my responsibility now too. I have no problem with you staying here, as long as you keep this quiet around Sophia."

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, considering. When he opened them, there was the tiniest spark of warmth in them. "Alright," he replied. "Thank you."

...

Awhile later, I wrangled my way out of playing another game of Supergirl Bratz with Sophia and Sayu and headed downstairs. Rico was sitting in the living room, his dreadlocks falling out of their ponytail.

"Where's Mello?" I asked.

"Backyard. Said he needed some fresh air." He seemed deep in thought, and as I walked towards the back door, I thought I saw his reflection in the window. He looked drawn and sad.

Weird.

Mello was sitting with his back to me on the back steps. I sank down next to him, feeling the heat from his body warm me up. He smelled good, like the beach and clean linen. I had never felt so happy being next to someone, even after what happened with Light. I thought maybe I'd be afraid of men or something, like all those girls in the mangas and stuff. But my body seemed to be screaming for contact with him.

"Mello?"

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry about earlier. I really am."

He turned to me, and I swear I almost saw a smile on his face. "Don't apologize. I should be apologizing."

I leaned forward, trembling a little. I could kiss him, right? This was the right time to kiss him. This is when they always kissed in movies–

Our kiss was clumsy, my teeth knocking against his and my knee hitting the sharp ridge of the step. But I didn't want to pull away. I could barely breathe, his hands knotted tightly, too tightly in my hair and my breasts pressed against his shoulder. Primal, raw, animalistic...this wasn't how I'd envisioned my first time, either. I thought it would be slow and sweet, full of murmured words and starry nothings.

But nothing ever turned out how it should. We rolled down the steps and hit the bed of moss at the bottom, and I rolled over, sitting on top of him. His breathing was faster, his hair messed up deliciously and his eyes on fire.

I reached for the buttons on his shirt, yanking impatiently. Each tug revealed another couple inches of bare, muscled stomach...something quivered in my lower abdomen. As I moved my hand down his chest, I felt the muscles tense and tremble. My fingers brushed the hem of his jeans, and I almost giggled when I saw the bulge straining in the crotch.

And still there was the heat inside my belly. I moved my hand under my skirt and to the cotton of my panties. They were soaked. I longed to allow my hand under the waistband, to savor this electric feeling...but his hand grabbed my wrist and moved it gently aside. His fingers, longer and thicker than mine, pressed against the wet fabric.

"Aaah!" My eyes practically popped out. One finger slid inside, and I was gyrating against him, gasps of disbelief permeating me. His breathing had quickened even more, and his head was thrown back as he slid another finger inside me.

My gasps had turned to whimpers. I steeled myself and then felt it hit me like a tidal wave.

...

I'd seen orgasms drain people like nothing you've ever seen, but hers seemed to fuel her with energy. In a heartbeat, she was down, her head above my stomach, fingers prying at my fly.

"Wait, Misa...what are you–"

"Sshh." She grinned and yanked my zipper down, fingers spider-crawling through the cotton until they grasped...well, you know what they grasped.

"Ah!"

She pulled it out and kissed the tip. And then it struck me. She knew what she was doing.

"You–told me–Light was your first–"

"Oh, really?" she giggled, and her breath against me made me even harder. "Well, I didn't know this counted." And then her lips parted, tongue snaking out.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, Mother Mary that art in Heaven–

And then her whole mouth.

Oh, hell no.

Wait!

Oh, hell YES!

Mr. Goodbar was hard as a rock down there. Who would have known Misa Amane, angel-alien would be such a dominating little temptress?

Faster, and faster...

I wasn't gonna lie. This was one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had.

"Fucking–hell–" My back arched as I reached the Point of No Return.

With my heart still pounding, I flopped back down on the bed of moss. The stars were fucking pulsing blobs of pure energy up there, twinkling and spinning like mad. Misa licked her lips and sank down next to me, wrapping one leg around my waist and kissing me.

I let my tongue part her lips and rolled over, easing her underneath me. I closed my arms around her and wriggled my waist between her legs.

Believe me, I was ready for more, but she seemed like all she wanted to do was kiss.

And I was okay with that, believe it or not.

...

I liked the feeling of his body pressing mine down against the ground, his lips against mine, alternately tough and tender. When we parted at last, I turned to my side and he slid behind me, pressing his chest to my back and curling an arm around my waist. We stayed there awhile, still on high, staring up at the stars.

"Mello?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

Silence. "I love you too."

~END OF BLOOD AND CHOCOLATE~

A/N: Sooo, howdya like it??? Huh???? I mean I've written sex scenes before, but they were usually a lot more clean-cut. But whatevs, mate!

THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. DO NOT PANIC.

Also, for all that would like art, the production of art is ON HIATUS. My scanner isn't working and I just started highschool so I'm real busy.

But review. I'm gonna need 10 more reviews as a minimum before I continue on to the sequel.

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