Note: Sorry I took this long to update Lionheart, but I wanted to edit and rewrite some parts of the previous chapters, so in case you read chapters 1 to 4 before the edition dates (stated in the author note of each chapter), you should read them again, because I added stuff that's necessary to understand the story. I wasn't satisfied with what I did and I hope I could make things better in terms of atmosphere and development of feelings and events.
For these rewritten chapters, your reviews are much appreciated so I know if you think it's better or not ^^ (but you can review this 5th chapter too, hehe).
I'm quite down concerning my writing skills lately, seems I can't write anything correct, so your opinion is important ^^
Sorry for the rant, I needed this out. Thank you for reading this far!
When Mello woke up, his eyes met a red mop of hair. Smiling, he detangled himself from the sheets, trying not to wake Matt as he slid out of bed. As he stood, his eyes roamed over the petite body laid still, soundly sleeping. The redhead seemed so peaceful, so angelic, a small smile on his lips, that Mello wondered where the dominant and rough lover he had had the night before had gone. He felt strange once again at the thought, but quickly swept it aside as Matt stirred and opened his eyes.
The look of adoration in them melted Mello to a point he almost scared himself. He would do anything for those eyes, anything most certainly meaning the best as well as the worst...
He leant to deposit a kiss on Matt's lips.
"I have to hurry or I'll be late for work..." he whispered, feeling a pang in his chest as Matt's eyes turned to a plea, "I'm sorry... and I'll probably be late tonight, so don't wait for me for dinner, but I'll try to be back before midnight, ok?"
"Can I call you sometime in the afternoon?" the redhead asked, his face showing a clear disappointment.
"No, it's better you don't, my boss is quite... severe, he would take it bad... I'm sorry Matt... but I'll try to be there not too late, I promise."
Mello couldn't risk his boss knowing about Matt or his gay relationship, it wasn't something appreciated in the Mafia, and he wanted to keep Matt safe, so if his boss believed he lived alone, it was best for everyone.
"Ok, don't worry, I'll be fine." Matt lied, already feeling sick as Mello escaped him. He smiled sheepishly, and got out of bed, "I'd better get ready for work too."
Mello came back just as the clock ticked midnight. Matt was obviously waiting for him, sat on the couch.
"Hey, just in time not to turn into a pumpkin!" Mello joked at the sound of the clock, as Matt almost ran into him, hugging him tightly.
That's only after a few seconds that Mello noticed that Matt was crying.
"Matt? Hey, shhh, don't cry... I'm home... or is there something wrong?" Mello worried, withdrawing a bit from Matt to grab his face between his palms, forcing his boyfriend to look at him.
"I missed you!" Matt sobbed, burying his face in Mello's neck.
"Matt... I know I'm out for longer than I should be, but please, don't cry... I have to work, I can't help it if I have such a heavy schedule, you have to get used to it..." Mello was lost, how could Matt get so worked up for this?
"But... you weren't working so late before so I was afraid that maybe you just didn't want to come back home..." Matt felt himself lose it but still, he couldn't keep his worries for himself, he was feeling nausea gaining him again with all these ideas of Mello not really loving him and wanting to avoid him as long as possible, or leaving for good.
"Matt, you know I'll always come back, why wouldn't I when I know you are waiting for me?" Mello didn't need more explanations, Matt was someone needy, but it just seemed that he became needier now that they were together.
Not that it bothered him, it was quite flattering to have someone hooked on him like this, but it hurt him to know Matt wasn't fine. "Let's go to bed Mattie..." he whispered, picking Matt from the floor and carrying him to the bed.
As he laid beside Matt, kissing him softly, Mello felt him stiffen beneath him.
Within seconds, the blond was flipped on his back and Matt was devouring his mouth, groping and caressing him all over.
The lovemaking was powerful, overwhelming, devastating. Mello was helpless in Matt's arms, undressed, tossed and turned, worshipped and used all at once, filled and emptied, until post sex found them entangled together, trying to catch their breath, sweat rolling on their skin as Matt possessively embraced Mello and pulled him against his chest, dozing off.
Mello stayed awake, looking at the ceiling, unable to get rid of the sick feeling of losing control. Matt was amazing, breathtakingly passionate and generous, but so disturbing at the same time...
Knowing Matt left his job at 5pm, Mello had managed to persuade his boss to let him leave early and drove to Matt's job around 6pm, asking to meet Calvin once he had made sure Matt had already left.
He quickly made the kid, that was not even older than himself, understand that he wouldn't leave without Matt's PSP. He was so persuasive that Calvin took a break and drove home at breakneck speed to pick up the device and give it back to the blond, who left the placed after making it clear for Matt's workmate that he'd better keep his mouth shut and make sure that Mello would never have a reason to come back again.
He came back home right after that and spotted Matt at his desk, playing on his laptop, happily surprised to see his lover home so early.
"I have something for you." Mello smiled, handing out the gaming console to his boyfriend.
Matt immediately recognized his PSP thanks to the sticker at the back, and practically made Mello fall as he hung himself at his neck, covering his face with kisses.
"Thank you Mello!" he squealed, not even caring to question how Mello got his way through getting it back, "I'm gonna make dinner. You're done working for today, right?" he worried briefly before Mello reassured him that he wasn't going anywhere for the night.
They ate, Matt babbling joyfully while Mello stared at him with a smirk. He loved seeing Matt like this, worry free and as hyper as a puppy.
When they finally slid under the sheets, Matt was limp in Mello's arms, snuggling against him tenderly as he laid butterfly kissed in the blond's neck. Mello searched for his lips, capturing them in a deep kiss, expecting to be pinned to the mattress soon, but Matt stayed still, kissing him back, softly stroking his hair.
Mello lifted himself on an elbow, looking at his boyfriend questioningly. But Matt only smiled, letting his fingers run on the blond's cheek tenderly. Quite puzzled, Mello resumed kissing Matt, tugging at his shirt and letting his hands roam on the uncovered skin.
Matt moaned softly as fingers brushed against his left nipple, and Mello quickly replaced his hand by his tongue, sucking on the pink skin, as said hand reached lower, under Matt's waistband.
The blond could feel his lover get hard, confirming he wanted this. He had wondered briefly if Matt simply wasn't up for that since he hadn't made a move to dominate Mello like the previous times, but that didn't seem to be the case.
Mello then went on, pulling Matt's jeans lower to free his erection as he wrapped his hand around the flesh, stroking it slowly. Matt's breath turned to pants as pleasure grew. His face almost buried in the blond's shoulder, he grasped the sheets, Mello speeding the movement of his wrist.
"Mello!" he cried, his voice breaking as he came, shuddering, all over his boyfriend's hand. Mello kissed him deeply, claiming the redhead's lips as Matt laid still, his hands stroking the blond locks lovingly. His lids were half shut, a smile on his lips as Mello broke the kiss, searching for his eyes. But all he could see in them was tenderness, nothing of this strange expression he had seen twice in Matt's eyes.
Smiling back, his hand reached lower, and he used Matt's semen to prepare him, using his other hand to help Matt undress totally.
Once his lover was ready, Mello quickly got rid of his own clothes, his leather pooling at the bed's feet as he slid, naked, beneath Matt, placing his elbows on each side of the redhead as he nestled himself between his thighs.
Pushing slowly, he penetrated Matt, locking his eyes with him, careful of any sign of pain. He hadn't thought about asking the redhead if he could take it after what Mello had done to him a few nights before, but Matt simply smiled, pushing slightly with his palm on the small of Mello's back, urging him to move.
Mello rocked against his lover, his hips speeding as Matt met his moves, moaning loudly.
Suddenly, Mello felt panic rise in his guts. Coming out of nowhere, questions appeared in his mind, looping on and on and coming back no matter how much he tried to focus on what he was doing.
Why was Matt so different? Did Matt love him more when he protected him? Would Matt stop loving him if Mello tried to push his boyfriend to stand for himself? Would Matt leave him if he found someone that would protect him better?
Tears began to form behind his tightly shut eyes as he tried to erase these thoughts from his brain, but no matter how hard he tried, it became worse, until it became unbearable.
He slid an arm under Matt's waist, as he used the other to support himself, and began slamming into Matt violently, bending over him. As his mouth met Matt's shoulder, he bit it, holding the bone under his teeth during all the time he pinned Matt to the mattress, pounding hard.
Matt whimpered, but snaked his arms around Mello's waist, holding him firmly, still meeting his moves, his forehead against Mello's shoulder.
Mello came, finally letting Matt's shoulder go, as he groaned, his thighs contracting hard.
He let himself fall beside Matt, trying to regain his breath. But when he turned to look at his boyfriend, he saw blood dripping from the redhead's shoulder. Matt caught his apologetic look as Mello leant to kiss him.
"It's ok Mello, it doesn't hurt." he simply said, against Mello's lips.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I don't know why I did that... I'm sorry Matt..." the blond whispered, unable to retain his tears anymore. But this time, it wasn't only guilt that was constricting his chest. It was anger...