-- New York, 2008 --
"Hey Mail!..." A red head looked up from his PSP in time to see a dark haired teen slowly making his way over to him.
"Hey L, what goes up?" the boy replied, only turning back to his PSP once L was close enough.
"You realize you're the only one still here, right?" L stood hunched over slightly so he could see what Mail was doing. A thumb pressed lightly against his thin lips.
Mail paused his game, and looked up. Sure enough the school parking lot was devoid of student life. The only car in the parking lot was a black Mustang, which he quickly recognized as L's. How long had he been standing here anyway? He blinked once and looked up at L who was watching him intently. "Well shit..." he laughed slightly.
"What took you so long then?" he added as he shut off his game and stuffed it into the front pocket of his striped hoodie.
L shrugged his thin shoulders. "Things happen. I thought you'd be halfway home by now."
The red head shook his head no, and proceeded to stretch out his limbs with a dramatic yawn. "I'd rather not walk a whole 5 miles, thanks..." This made L chuckle.
"Are you free tonight?" he asked, careful to keep his voice low. Though it wasn't necessary seeing as the parking lot was empty with the exception of them. "I could use some company" he added before handing the red head a hundred dollar bill.
Mail gasped and looked up at L. "Wha?...L. Is this a new Role Playing idea? Acting like I'm the whore and you're just another customer?"
L shook his head laughing slightly. "I know you've been wanting to get your hands on a new DS, why work with no pay?" he smiled, and Mail grinned.
He slipped the bill into the back pocket of his pants. "You're the best!," the red head smiled and threw his arms around the older teen. "Have I told you lately, that I love yoooou!!" He sang against L's ear, making him laugh.
"By the way," He moved back and held onto the red heads hand, leading him to his car. "Tell your mom to let you spend the night. I have something planned"
"Oh?..." Mail raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
L smirked slightly, shaking his head as he opened the door for Mail. "Surprise"
Mail pouted. He slid into the car and shut the door. He was more than a little annoyed that L wouldn't tell him what this thing he had planned was. L knew he had to be one of the most impatient people on the face of the planet. Whether he chose to show it or not. He glared at L's hunched formed as it slowly made its way around the front of the car and into the drivers seat.
"Why the face?" He started up the car and let the engine run for a bit. "I could feel you glaring holes into me the moment I turned around," He chuckled, ruffling the red heads hair. "Why is that, hm?"
Mail pushed his hand away continuing his pout fest and folding his arms over his chest. "You know I hate surprises..."
The dark haired teen chuckled. He pulled out of the parking lot and out into the busy new york street. "Do you? Well now, looks like we're going to have a problem"
"No shit?" the red head mumbled.
By the time L had pulled up at Mail's house it was already 4:30 pm. Traffic always was horrible in the afternoon. And in the mornings. Hell traffic was bad, period.
"Are you still angry with me?" L asked once he had stopped the car. His eyes holding that "You know you love me" kind of look. Mail sighed rolling his eyes.
"No, I'm not mad" He laughed and leaned over to give L a quick peck on the lips. "I'll call you when I'm ready, yeah?"
L nodded and watched as the red head stepped out of his car, and up the steps to the front door of his small home. He waited until the younger teen was inside before turning sharply and speeding off down the street.
Mail rolled his eyes at hearing the screeching of wheels as L made his tight turn. "Show off's going to end up totalling the damn thing..." he mumbled to himself.
He tossed his backpack on one of the couches in the small living room area, and headed into the kitchen for a much needed RockStar.
He pulled the fridge door open and grabbed himself his drink. "Mom?" he called as he opened the can. The only response was the quiet "Shhh.." sound the can made as he opened it. 'That's odd...' he took a long swig of his Rockstar, setting it down and going back into the living room area. "Mom?" he called again. Louder this time.
Still nothing.
"The hell?...Mom!" Mail made his way up the stairs. The door of his mothers room was opened just a crack. He went over and peeked inside.
There she was. Sitting up against her bed, her face in her hands. She had formed a habit of going to that same spot against her bed whenever she was upset or was thinking. Mail let out a breath and stepped into the room. "Mom?"
The woman looked up obviously startled at her sons sudden appearance. "Honey, didn't hear you come in." She gave him a weak smile.
Mail went and sat down beside her. He placed a hand over hers, and flashed her a smile as well. "Hey, whats up?" he studied her face, and didn't like what he saw one bit. She had dark circles under her eyes, her skin was pale. She wasn't sleeping. Or eating. He hadn't seen her touch anything remotely close to food in quite a while.
The woman tossed her vibrant red hair over her shoulder. "Nothing, just thinking. How was school, baby?" Her green eyes were dark with stress.
Mail reached up to tuck a strand of his mothers hair behind her ear. "School was school mom, stop changing the subject. "What aren't you telling me?" he added narrowing his green eyes at her.
She laughed. "Baby, you need to start acting more like a son and less like a father" she stood up and ruffled his red hair, making him pout. Why did everyone insist on messing with his hair?
"As a son I still worry young lady" he said in a fake old man's voice. His mother laughed, and proceeded to walk out of the room, forcing him to follow after her down the stairs and out into the kitchen again where his Rockstar still sat.
He sat himself down on the kitchen counter taking a drink of his Rockstar. "Hey mom?" he took another drink and set it back down. "L invited me over to spend the night, is that cool?"
His mother was currently looking through cabinets, pushing back can after can of canned fruits and veggies. "That's fine, baby" she pulled a can of potato soup from the cabinet and closed it. "Any plans?"
Mail frowned at this. "Sort of...L says its a surprise though.."
"That's nice of him"
The red head snorted. "Kinda douchey of him if you ask me...He knows I hate surprises"
His mother gave him a stern look. "Mail Jeevas, watch your tongue"
Mail grinned and stuck his tongue out, going cross eyed as he tried to stare at his tongue. "S'not...working"
She laughed at this and smacked his thigh playfully. "Stop that, you know what I mean"
"Mom, douche isn't even a bad word" he took another drink of Rockstar, watching as his mom moved about the kitchen trying to prepare him his lunch.
"Did you just use mom and douche in the same sentence?"
The red head laughed and held his hands out in front of him. "No, no! not like that Ma!" (1)
She laughed as well, waving a wooden spoon at him. "Keep it up and I'll whack you" She grabbed a bowl, and poured the contents of the small pot into it. She set the bowl down beside Mail, and set to work on washing dishes while Mail ate.
"Heh...mom," He paused, laughing. "Ma, we're italian. Whack, means something totally different..."
She stopped mid scrub, and looked over her shoulder. "And who says I didn't mean that kind of Whack? Hm?"
Mail almost choked on a piece of potato at hearing this. "Wha?!" He stared at her, eyes big, bottom lip sticking out slightly in a pout. "Y-you'd really do that?"
The woman shook her head, laughing. "It should be against the law for you to have a pout as powerful as yours" The red head grinned, and finished up his soup.
After his bowl of soup, he sauntered up to his room, and went to packing for the night. "P.J bottoms...t-shirts...boxers.." he mumbled to himself as he stuffed clothing into his bag. "All set" He slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his cell phone from his nightstand. A dark red Chocolate. He hit speed dial number one. L's number.
"Ready?" L asked on the other line.
"Yeah, hurry though in case parental unit number 2 comes around"
L laughed into the phone. "Got it. Wait for me outside"
"Roger that..." he said before hanging up, and sticking his phone into the front pocket of his jeans. He sighed and made his way down the stairs, and into the living room where his mom was watching T.V curled up on the couch.
"I'm leaving now, call if you need anything, Kay?" He said from the door.
She turned and smiled before looking back to the T.V "Sure thing, baby. Have fun" Mail smiled back and walked out the door, closing it gently behind him.
He sat himself down on the top step of the small elevated landing. His bag sat beside him. After a few minutes of waiting, L's mustang came to a screeching halt in front of the house. The guy was such a show off. Mail stood up with his bag and walked over to the car. He opened the door and slid inside with his bag resting in his lap.
"So, you're dad hasn't come home yet?" L asked as he speed down the street.
"Nah, hopefully the fucker found someone else to kick around. I'm sick of him beating up my mom" L looked down at Mail's lap. He was clenching his fists like he wanted to punch something. His knuckles were going white from the strain.
"It's ok, relax" L said soothingly before returning his gaze back to the road before him.
Mail let out a long trembling breath. "Sorry..."
L smiled but kept his eyes on the road. "Its ok, Red. Don't worry"
The red head frowned. "What the hell did you just call me?"
The older teen laughed. "What? You don't like pet names?"
"Not really, no" Mail replied coolly.
"Tough, Red" L reached over and ruffled Mail's hair, his eyes never leaving the road.
Mail smacked L's hand away, laughing. "You're an ass, you know that?"
"L, why the hell do you keep your room s god damn cold?" L shrugged as he closed and locked his bedroom door.
"I like the cold," The dark haired teen slowly wrapped his arms around Mail's waist, leaning forward to rest his chin against the shorter boys shoulder. "Don't worry.
I'll keep you plenty warm" he whispered, placing a kiss to the red head's cheek.
Mail smiled at the small act of affection. "So, are you going to tell me what you have planned now?"
L smiled. "No. You'll find out later. Patience" He placed another kiss to Mail's cheek before letting him go. "In the mean time, what would you like to do?" He went to sit on one of the two bean bag chairs he had in his room in front of the T.V. It made a soft "poof" sound when he let himself fall onto it.
The red head pouted, staying exactly where he was. "You know I hate waiting, L. I want to know, now"
The corners of L's lips lifted slightly in a half smile. "Sorry"
Mail sighed in defeat. "Fiiiine, whatever then. What are we doing?"
"Whatever you want. You are the guest" L replied. He drew his knees up to his chest, and placed his thumb against his lips. He always sat that way. Whenever Mail asked him why, he would get the same answer every time. "If I sit any other way, my logic drops..." The red head rolled his eyes. 'Logic my ass...'
He blinked. A grin played itself across his pink lips, as he slowly walked over to L. He made sure to sway his hips a little for a more dramatic affect. "How about a game?" he whispered as he set himself in L's lap.
L smiled and wrapped his arms around the red heads waist. "A game? What kind of game?"
Mail leaned forward brushing his lips against L's ear. "Mario Kart..." he whispered in the most seductive voice he could muster, before bursting out into a laughing fit. L laughed as well. He pushed the younger teen off his lap. "I thought you meant something else, brat" L moved from his position and climbed on top of Mail.
"I know, that's why I did it" Mail replied with a grin.
"Well, I have something else in mind" L whispered against the red head's ear, making him shiver in anticipation.
Mail reached up to brush his fingertips against L's pale cheek. "So you're going to tell me now?"
"Later, be patient." L took hold of his wrist, and pinned it above his head, leaning down and capturing the red head's lips in a soft kiss.
The younger automatically reached up with his free hand and tangled his fingers into L's dark hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.
L pulled back at this. He was panting slightly as he stared down at the younger boy beneath him. "Mail, please...You know I lack self control.." he bore a very pained expression. Mail smiled sheepishly. "Sorry..."
The dark haired teen smiled back before continuing the kiss where he had left off. He ran a hand down Mail's side, stopping at his hip. Mail kissed back, his free hand now moving down to grip the front of L's white shirt.
There was knock at the door and the two broke apart, panting. "L, we're leaving now" Came the voice of L's adoptive mother. "Ok, have fun" L replied. His eyes fixed on the door as if he thought the woman would come bursting in to find him practically straddling another boy.
"You too darling" The woman said. Her footsteps slowly faded.
"Where are they going?" Mail asked, looking up at L. His breathing was still slightly uneven from the kiss.
"They're going to some Hotel and Spa thing. Something about reconnecting"
Mail laughed. "Wow.."
L laughed as well. "I know. At least I get the house, and you...to myself." L's lips found the sensitive skin of Mail's collar bone, and a quiet surprised gasp left the red head's lips. His eyes fluttered closed as L nibbled at the skin there.
"Mm...L" He moaned quietly.
L pulled back, his eyes slightly glazed over with lust. "Mail..." He whispered huskily. "I need that favor now"
Mail smiled. "Got to you already?" L simply nodded and pressed his hips to his.
The red head resisted the urge to moan at feeling how hard L had gotten just by him moaning out his name. "Ok, sit then"
L got off him and got to his feet, helping Mail to his feet as he did so. He walked over t his bed and sat down at the edge waiting patiently for the red head to service him. Mail laughed slightly. "Relax L, your sheets are going to get wrinkled..."
L had his bed sheets in a death grip. He was trying his best to keep still. He wanted nothing more than to tackled the red head and take him right there on the spot.
Mail got to his knees in front of him. He slowly unbuttoned the older teens jeans and slid them down his legs, letting them pool around his ankles. L was starting to get impatient. "You're doing it again..." He half gasped as Mail began to pull his boxers down, inch by agonizing inch. "I thought you liked being teased, L" he said, looking up at L with the smirk he knew got to him.
L almost groaned, and Mail laughed, deciding he would be nice and proceeded to yank off L's boxers in one hard tug. "Mail...please, just do it" The red head laughed as he slowly started to stroke him. Smirking when he heard L's sharp intake of breath, followed by a heated moan.
I wanted to give a quick thanks to DarknessBride. Sparkle666, haly mane, and flamablechoklit. for reviewing. They made me smile haha as corny as that sounds. Thank you three so much. As for the name of the story. I was aware that there was a book and even a movie called Blood and Chocolate. It seemed to fit the story so I used it. If I do get negative reviews for useing it as my title then oh well. Thanks for the heads up Sparkle666.
1. Ma, yeah thats "Mom" I just thought Ma sounded a little more italian.
A/N: If you hadn't already figured it out, L and Matt are seeing each other. I don't really know If I should put up a lemon. Cause, my writing totally sucks. Idk...the rating will probably go up just to be safe though. Tell me if you'd like one in the next chapter in a review. If i'm happy with the number of reviews (at least 2 or 3 people) I shall put up a lemon in the next chapter.
So, yes. Review plz. You shall be loved.
Matty.