Heylo guys! I'm done being depressing, so now get ready for some good-natured fluffiness! And lemons. Yummy ;)
So it was maybe six months after I moved in with Mello. I had gained some weight (Mello still complained that I weighed less than him and was taller. I know, it doesn't make sense. -_-) and gone to therapy to rid my mind of suicidal thoughts. I made a shit ton of money as a video game tester and a hacker (shh, it's a secret!) and Mello was getting ready to leave the mafia for a more, um, stable job. This meant he had to- ahem – silence some people.
Oh, we also had a large amount of sex, which makes anyone feel better (except for prudes… but if you're a prude then you probably won't be reading this). I was still a bit weak, so I was on the bottom for almost all of it. I tried to top once but got tired, and Mello had to finish things. I apologized over 9000 times, and he kept telling me it was fine, but I felt really bad. I still need to make it up to him.
I was thinking about that fact one day while sitting on the couch getting horny. Hey, Mels was at work and I was lonely. He was always up for a good fucking though, so all I had to do was wait until he got home and seduce him.
When Mello finally got home, there was a bit of blood on his face and in his hair. I jumped off the couch and had my arms around him faster than you could say "Peach's pussy".
"Holy fuck, Mels! Are you okay?" I asked, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He stretched up to kiss me and whispered,
"I'm fine. Just had to shoot some people today. I'm officially out of the mafia though, which is good. I'm going to take a shower, okay?" he gently pushed me away from him and walked to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Mello may be a big scary mafia man, and he's not afraid to pull the trigger. He isn't disturbed by the thought of killing people at all. But I know for a fact that Mello worries that it disturbs me.
Let me tell you something. That's ridiculous.
Ever since I got Mello back, he's been very careful with me. He tells me he loves me every day, kisses me good morning, plays with my hair, makes love to me gently, and even strays from too much contact in public. I understand the last part; Mello has a reputation to uphold, and being gay in his position can be dangerous.
When we're in public, Mello puts on his 'I will fucking kill you if you come close to me' look, and I wear my famous 'I'm a cute little puppy but if you touch my master I will bite off your fucking balls, bitch' look. We make a good couple.
I'm the touchy-feely emotional one in our relationship, so I'm all for holding hands in public, but Mello only does it every now and then. His favourite thing to do is grab my pinkie with his, and hold my hand close to his leg. Whenever he does that to me, it makes me smile like an idiot and I can't stop.
So, now that my worry was over, I was horny again, so I followed Melly to the bathroom and leaned against the sink. Blood on Mello was a regular thing, okay? I got over it easy. And I was horny! And Mello always gave me sex.
I could see his silhouette through the shower curtain, and I stared for a moment, imagining the water running down his gorgeous body, in the groves of his abdomen, his hips, lower… Hell yeah. Mello interrupted my ogling by being rude.
"Can I help you?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice.
"Can I join you?" he laughed.
"Alright, fine. Just keep your hands off me, I'm not in the mood tonight." I raised my eyebrows and thought to myself,
A challenger appears.