A/N: Sorry if no one likes this pairing. It's all experimental, though.
Chapter Rated M.
The only thing that kept me from turning my head was the immaculate tension that clouded the room. When Lawliet abandoned me, the sensation of heart break introduced itself. Well, break is a bad word; I was never whole to begin with. It was a sensation of...pure obsession and need. And unable to obtain my desires tortured me, sent me into fits of hunger. Mello understood that. He, too, had his obsession: Light.
He leaned closer to me. We would never love nor care for each other, but that wasn't what we searched for that night; it was pure entertainment. To turn a blind eye toward our obsessions. We didn't want to fill any gaps nor find a solution to our problems. That's not who we were. The reason I helped Mello in the first place wasn't to help him, but to just do something. Of course, I would never tell him that.
His lips brushed against mine. His tongue traced my lips. When I met his with mine, his hands stiffened on my lap. He grunted softly as my fingers danced across his chest. He then turned his face away, guilt clouded his eyes. The hesitation made no difference to me.
"Wait," he muttered.
I ran my tongue across his scar. Suddenly, he kissed me feverishly. He pushed himself on top of me, his fingers clawed at my thighs. Lawliet never asked for much. But Mello was passionate and aggressive. Maybe I read him wrong. Maybe he was searching for comfort. I would never be able to provide the affection he searched for. Everything was a game for me; I don't think he understood that. The desires I yearned to fulfill were to beat Lawliet; to make sure he would forever know challenging me was a mistake. Leaving me was the starting point. His death would be the end. After I made his life a living Hell.
Just for fun, of course.
"Wa-wait," Mello breathed, pulling his face from mine. "I can't do this."
"Why?"
"Matt."
I snickered, deciding a side challenge would be a good distraction for my torturous obsession. There was nothing wrong with forgetting about Lawliet for a few hours. I traced my fingers across his scar, giving it the attention that I knew he wanted to avoid. I peeled his shirt off, running my fingers down his burned torso. He suddenly tremebled.
"Stop," he demanded.
"Say please," I chuckled.
"Fuck off, Beyond," he smacked my hand away and jumped off of me. He snatched a bar of chocolate waiting for him on his dresser. He took a bite. "You're not fucking funny."
He glanced at me, pursing his lips. His folly was his humanity. It would make life much more trying. But, it was who Mello was. It was who Lawliet was. Meanwhile, I was indifferent towards the human race. I only abide by the rules of my own game. Do not kill unless they are about to die. That was it.
I stood up, wrapping my fingers around his thin neck. I squeezed until his fist flew against my cheek. Chuckling, I rubbed the new bruise. "You've got a good swing."
He flung his fist at me again, smacking it into my temple. I began to laugh harder. He swung his fist into my chest and then his knee into my thigh, sending me into a fit of hysteria. I howled, clutching my aching thigh. It had been so long since someone beat me. I became his punching bag. Each time he hit me, he used more force.
"Stop fuckin' laughing," he shouted.
He threw another punch at me. I immediately caught it and twisted his arm. He growled, trying to break free. I just clutched his fists tighter, digging my nails into his hand. I pressed my lips against his scar. Suddenly, he was trembling, fighting the desire to turn his head towards mine. I lingered by his cheek, waiting for him to give in. But Mello was stubborn.
Finally, his lips met mine. He shoved his tongue into my mouth, tasting every corner. His tongue dragged along my teeth. He ripped my shirt off, clutching my chest. I debated whether or not I would allow him to control me. It seemed to be what he wanted. I lay still as he explored my body with his tongue. His control was an illusion. I could shove him off whenever I wanted and feel no remorse, but at that moment, I wanted to see what he would do next.
He suddenly sank his teeth into my hip bone. I chuckled, taking a fistful of his blond hair. I yanked his face against mine, rolling my tongue behind his teeth. He grunted in protest but finally submitted. I tossed him onto his back on the bed and removed his tight pants.
"Bey-beyond," he gasped as I shoved two fingers inside of him. "Ma-Matt always took it."
So he was a virgin. I snickered, slipping another in. He moaned, clutching the bed sheets.
"Relax," I sneered, nipping at the scar racing down his chest. He yelped and I immediately pushed my hand against his mouth to silence him. "It won't hurt too bad."
I pulled my pants down, gripped his ankles and lifted them above me. I pulled my fingers from him. He bucked his hips as I approached him, trying to struggle away. I told him to stop this time. He obediently froze as I shoved myself inside him. His warm cave enveloped me. So tight, so fragile. I wanted to break him. I removed my hand from his mouth and pulled out of him slowly, only to penetrate deeper a second later.
He cried out, moaning my name. He clawed at my chest. "Beyond," he screamed as I fucked him harder.
Matt may have been loyal to Mello, but he wasn't the true man that Mello needed. Mello needed discipline and structure in his chaotic mindset. Without it, he would fall apart. I pushed farther into him, satisfied as he whimpered from the pain.
I leaned towards him, pressing my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling my closer to him. I continued to beat into him, releasing every ounce of strength I had. And he took it so damn well. I built up more and more, faster, harder.
"Mello," I grunted and immediately pulled out, stopping myself from finishing. I always did, to see if I could control myself. Most of the time I could. Mello gazed up at me, horrified that I had stopped so abruptly. He sat up, facing me again.
"I want more," he moaned as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. When he receded he added, "give me more."
So I did.