Note: Squeeeeeeeeeeeeze! A small lemon for Snappygirl, their first date for Kyoko Keehl and Mello being topped for Mello aka HeavenCat! The rest that you, the winners, asked, and is not present yet, will come later! I hope you like it!
And the plot goes on... things are never what they seem... muahahaha XD
PS: chapter rewritten on december 5th, 2009.
Matt arrived in front of the place where Mello had asked him to meet him on the note he had left in their shared apartment. He looked at the neon letters flashing above his head, then at the large window of the façade, and spotted a familiar blond sat inside. Seeing Mello there, dressed in his usual leather, made him less uncomfortable with his own attire. He had come in his usual clothes and had immediately regretted not changing for something more classy at the sight of the place. Not that he had anything classy, anyway. But he should have thought before rushing here, he knew the name of the place and could have easily guessed his usual tight jeans and stripped shirt wouldn't do.
But a mix of panic and expectation had played with his mind, urging him to the rendez-vous place without a second thought.
At first, when seeing the sheet of paper on the coffee table, he had picked it up with trembling hands, fearing to read Mello's beautiful handwriting telling him he had left. Left him after finally knowing they shared the same feelings toward each other.
Then he had hoped so much for this meeting place to be the actual place they would stay at and not just a meeting point. He was now standing there, in front of the fancy restaurant, the most expensive he knew of in the city, feeling like a blushing schoolgirl, expecting so much and fearing to put his hopes too high up at the same time.
He smiled as Mello tapped his fingers on his glass after rummaging fruitlessly in his pockets. Then the chocolate bars Matt still had in his pockets from his little shopping before coming back home a little earlier would be welcomed by his... boyfriend. Was Mello his boyfriend now?
The shadow of a doubt passed in his mind at the memory of the recent events. He braced himself and finally pushed the door.
Mello looked at the door when he heard it ring, and immediately stood up from his stool at the bar, smiling widely.
Matt gazed around him and realised that except two waiters, they were alone. He stared at Mello questioningly but soon forgot the fact as the blond dragged him into a warm embrace, kissing him softly.
"Matt, I'm happy you found my note." Mello whispered, releaved, in Matt's ear as he nuzzled his neck, still holding him tightly. He had been scared of ending here alone, after all, all he'd done lately was to hurt Matt, and the redhead probably didn't want this relationship, his reaction in the morning was not normal, he couldn't just accept the hurt and still love him, no, that was not normal, he didn't deserve that.
Matt smiled back, caressing Mello's cheek. "I never thought you could be romantic."
"I'm not really, but I know you like that stuff, and you said once that you'd like to eat here so I thought that would be a nice place for..." the blond stopped, blushing as he looked at his feet.
"Our first date?" Matt asked, wanting to get rid of his doubts.
"Yeah, our first date." Mello's head lifted up again, his smile still so soft, "But I also knew you hate the crowd so I reserved the whole restaurant. It's only you and me."
Matt grinned happily before pulling Mello in a bear hug. How did Mello managed to do that, he didn't know, and didn't care for details. Right now he had what he wanted.
They ate in silence, lulled by the soft music in the background. Matt's favorite classical music, the only opera he would listen to. Peer Günt. He liked the music, but it was mainly because it reminded him of Mello. Solveig's song, he remembered hearing it sung in german from a CD he had found in Wammy's library. The song was so sad, so heartbreaking, and the language, this hint that remained in Mello's accent when he spoke in english... Matt had made this song their secret song, but it wasn't a secret anymore now, as Mello softly whispered the lullaby to his newfound love, entwining their fingers together, watching him with longing in his steel colored eyes.
Matt smiled. It was perfect. Or at least, as perfect as it could be...
Mello's hand headed for the bottle of red wine, but Matt stopped him, his hand softly covering Mello's like a silent plea.
"Sorry..." Mello said, the movement being a reminder of what he'd done the previous night. He looked at Matt apologetically, "Will you ever forgive me for what I did? Tell me what I have to do, I'll do it..."
"I already forgave you Mello... otherwise I wouldn't be here with you." Matt replied. There weren't many things he could ask, only one actually. But no. Not now... He already had what he wanted, for now.
They left the restaurant, hand in hand.
Matt had come with his car, and Mello with his motorbike, so they parted a short moment, the time to go back to their apartment.
They parked in front of the complex, and quickly climbed upstairs.
Once in the apartment, none of them switched the light on. Mello leant his back against the door, his eyes searching for Matt in the dark in an awkward silence. But soon he felt himself lifted from the floor. Surprised at how strong Matt was, he yelped softly as he landed on the bed with Matt on top of him.
They found themselves kissing feverishly, Matt fumbling with Mello's clothes and quickly undressing him. He did the same with himself, and once they were both fully naked, he began to explore Mello's body. Mello could feel Matt's hands, lips and tongue all over him, and all he could do was moan. He tried to return the pleasure, but Matt ended pinning Mello's hands above his head, nipping at his ear and collarbone.
Mello's surprise grew all night long. This was a side of Matt he had never seen: strong, dominant, eager and passionate, with something more he couldn't define. Something that made him uneasy, he didn't know why.
Matt slobbered Mello all around, beginning from his neck, slowly descending, with a halt to his nipples, erecting under a teasing tongue, racking teeth, resting a few seconds on Mello's flat stomach, inhaling the sweet scent of the blond, feeling the soft skin just below his bellybutton, and finally engulfing his member in one swift movement. The way he rolled his tongue around the tip to pull the erected flesh inside his mouth without the help of his hands made Mello moan so loudly that Matt could feel the vibrations down to the blond's belly.
He sucked even harder than he already was, his hands sliding along Mello's inner thighs, where the skin was softer than a newborn's. Just like he had imagined. He smiled, letting Mello's cock slip from his lips. He knew the blond so well, so well... that even what he had just imagined was revealing to be true.
Lifting Mello's legs slightly, he licked his tight hole softly first, then with more and more eagerness, saliva dripping from his lips. He sucked on his fingers briefly, coating them with more wetness, and slid a first one into Mello's entrance.
The blond gasped, but pushed himself on the intruder, wanting more contact. That was all he could do, since Matt would refrain all his moves, taking charge of the action.
Fingers would add, little by little, until Mello couldn't take it anymore.
"Matt, please, I'm ready!" he pleaded, squirming with want as he tried to pull Matt up.
Matt grinned. He slowly crawled upward on all four, hovering over Mello, looking deep into the blond's eyes. Briefly, something passed into Matt's dark blue orbs, quickly replaced by tenderness, as he pecked on Mello's lips, pushing himself carefully inside of Mello's warmness. Mello didn't have time to let the slight fear he had felt at Matt's strange expression gain him as he braced himself, trying to relax despite the slight pain.
Matt stopped moving once fully inside, his look questioning, waiting for Mello's signal.
The blond began moving by himself after an agonizing minute, but was quickly pinned to the mattress as Matt weighted fully on him, embracing him tightly as he began thrusting in a slow pace, trying to get as deep as he could.
Mello moaned and groaned, self consciousness leaving him totally as Matt found the right spot and speeded his thrusts, hardening the movement as the blond lifted his legs and hooked them around his waist, giving him better access.
No word was exchanged, only the pants and sighs resounded in the room, along with the creaking of their old bed.
Only names were uttered as they reached climax one after the other, screams filling one another's ears just before they stopped moving, drained and sweating.
Matt rolled on his side, still holding Mello tightly, and that's when Mello realised what made him uneasy in the middle of so much pleasure, so much tenderness: Matt was different. Different from what he knew of the redhead.
It was an odd feeling, being like a puppet in his hands...