Mello
I was staring at Mail, who was sitting on the windowsill, stark naked and absolutely not giving a fuck, smoking. Even when he wasn't looking at me, idly watching the street outside, his smile didn't leave his lips. I rolled out of bed, and fell heavily when I tried to stand up.
Mail was in no time picking me up from the floor, helping me back on the bed, cigarette dangling between his lips, and as little as I liked this addiction of his, I told myself at that moment that he was the hottest guy I'd ever met. It was only an added bonus to top the cake whose cherry I had just popped.

"Hey, careful there, you know you have to take it easy."
"Can you grab the painkillers in my jeans' pocket?" I winced as I extended my legs.
He went to fetch it and handed me the little box. I wanted to walk, but truth was that it wasn't happening the way I wanted. I overestimated myself, and I had to admit that using my legs as support during sex had been a rough one, now I could feel the muscles strained and bone pain as well.
I popped two Advils in my mouth, Mail handing me out a glass of whatever drink he'd just poured for both of us.

"It didn't matter anymore, you knew that, right?" I said, "I mean, top or bottom, it didn't matter anymore."
"I know. I never thought I would, but I really wanted it like that." he chuckled, and there was a slight blush on his cheeks. That was cute.
"And... does that mean you don't want it another way?" I rolled on my side, looking at him with a smirk, my boner obvious.
"What does that mean, Mihael?" the way he emphasized my name, I knew he knew my question wasn't innocent, and I laughed out loud as he crushed his cigarette, gulped the rest of his drink, and pounced me.
"I don't know, I thought that maybe, for experimental purposes you'd want to explore all the aspects of gay sex, being top included?" I tried to keep a poker face but failed completely.
Mail was grinning, slowly crawling to meet my lips, hovering with his right above mines, barely touching, his eyes searching mines as to make me confess what I truly meant.
"I fucked girls in the ass you know, it's not like I have no idea what it's like." the bastard teased me.
"Talk about a turn off." I sighed exaggeratedly, slapping his butt.
"Hey, careful with the goods!" he laughed.

I caught his lower lip between my teeth, dragging his face down, and he leant for a kiss.
I didn't take bottom, not that I had never tried, but I didn't. My first boyfriend topped me, but then, it was the only time, I never accepted what seemed like being dominated after that.
But I could understand why Mail hadn't been reluctant to let me fuck him, because I was experiencing it myself right now. It was a weird feeling, none of us had a point to prove or a position to assert, so it was only pure lust talking.
And my legs couldn't take a second round of what we just had done. I knew myself enough to know that staying perfectly still wasn't an option if Mail was riding me, but even with the Advils lessening the pain, nope, not happening.
Fuck that, even without the pain, I wanted him inside of me, because he was hot and that fucking aura of his that made me fall for him was too much for me right now, too much all the time, that same one that had him get all the girls and that made me hunt him down. And I wanted to know what it was like with him.

"Fuck me." I whispered as we broke the kiss, and he stared at me for a few seconds, clearly gauging if I was serious or just teasing him, but when he grabbed the bottle of lube, I knew he knew I was dead serious.
"You know what? I'm freaking out now." he said softly, giving me a sheepish smile, "I have no experience in that area whatsoever, and I don't want to hurt you..."
"One, two, three, then go ahead, but hurry up." I would have skipped preparation if I didn't know better, but damn, I wished we could just get down to business without the annoying task.

Pushing my legs apart, Mail inserted a finger, then two, carefully. He was concentrated on the task, and I was staring at him.
I was totally uncaring for the fact that I was exposed like that, I just... fuck it. He was beautiful, his lips swollen by the kiss, his eyes full of concern, the half smile on his face sending my eagerness to overdrive.
"Forget three, just fuck me already."
He gave me the same look as earlier, gauging me.
"Mail, do it, now."
He was scared and I could see it. He lubed his member and crawled upwards, his mouth covering mine as he slowly slid inside of me in one go. I held my breath to prevent any sound to escape me, because I didn't want him to feel bad. It was painful but I could manage, I would adjust soon.

He raised at arm length, scrutinizing me.
"I'm fine." I smiled. It was true. The pain was slowly fading – it's not as if I was a virgin or had never played with myself - I was trying to release my breath in a steady manner, relaxing around his cock, slowly acknowledging the intrusion.
My hand cupped his cheek, and he lowered for a kiss, before simply resting his forehead against mine. Spreading my legs even further, I pushed the small of his back, and he took the hint. Oh yes he did...

I moaned so loudly that I felt Mail's cock twitch, getting even harder inside of me, if that was possible. He was sliding in and out oh so slowly, making me feel every inch of him from tip to balls. Along with my growing pants – I couldn't deal with the heat that was already starting to pool in me – he went faster, still resting on an arm, his other hand catching mine, holding it on my chest.

It was too much, all too much, I knew I wanted him but I had never expected to feel something like that during sex. That lust, it was different. I came, and I didn't want satisfaction, completion, I didn't want this to end, it was too much and I still wanted more of it, and that why I broke in tears, because I was not equipped to deal with the way he brought my hand to his lips, coming inside of me while looking me straight in the eyes with nothing but respect, love, and protection.

He took me in his arms, uncaring for the sweat and the semen, and held me, stroking my hair. I cried for a long moment, and he didn't say a word.

Matt
I had no idea how this happened. How we were that lucky to meet, to get past our differences, to be still alive, I didn't know. All I knew was that I had seen Mihael at his weakest, and more than that, he had allowed me to see that side of him, which, I knew, was a lot for him. But the most important was that he had understood that I loved that part of him too. I was not just doing with it, I adored it, just like all the rest.

The way he had looked at me before he broke down, I could see he was sorry to cry, but I was thankful he did.
Thankful that he finally let it all go, trusting me, and also... the sex had been overwhelming. Just like what I had felt the first time, he had felt it the second time. None of us had expected such a rush of emotions.

He cried for a long moment, but I knew it was just the tension being released for good, now that all hormones had left. Lust could keep us going for a while still, but now... it was time to wash it all away and start fresh.

And he was going to be my husband.
At that moment, I thought of my parents. I had always known their love was deep, they had always been there for each other, and the expression in their eyes when they exchanged looks, it always seemed a "once in a lifetime" kind of thing, something I didn't really believe would happen to me because I didn't care the least for the girls I fucked. I can't even say 'dated', because I never dated them.

"I am gay." I said.
Mihael raised his head, wiping his tears, his crying had died down already but I just didn't want to let him go from my arms.
"Huh?"
"I am gay." I repeated.
"Well, I figured that out already. But thanks for the heads up." he chuckled, "Bisexual, to be precise, but yeah, I kind of picked the idea that you also liked guys by now."
"No, I'm serious, not even bi, I'm gay. I know it. I figured that out now."
He looked at me for an instant.
"It's stupid, isn't it?" I laughed softly, laying back on the bed, Mihael resting his head on my chest.
"No... I guess not, you know what you are, after all, I'm in no position to tell it for you."
I kissed the top of his head.
"So, I win?" Mihael propped on an elbow and the grin on his face told me he had something in mind.
"You win what?"
"I promised that I would turn you on, and get you, remember?"

Fuck, that was a while back. I laughed out loud.
"Yeah, you win a lazy redhead who leaves his underwear scattered on the floor, who can't cook without burning everything, and, as I realised when my mother and me came here to clean, can't do the laundry. Congrats!"
"Your mother came here to clean?" he sat on the bed, surprised.
"Did you really think I had housewife skills?"
"And here die my hopes." Mihael laughed, "Help me clean up, we need to go see your parents."
"Now?"
"I want to get flowers for your mother, and maybe it would be a good idea to tell them about that." he waved the hand wearing the titanium ring.

He was right, I was so engrossed in our moment together that I had forgotten that we had to announce the big news to them. And also that Mihael could walk again. I should have called them when we left the hospital at least, but I forgot.

I carried him to the bathroom, we bathed together, and after he forced me to put some order in the studio, we left.
I suspected that he wanted to reassure himself that I could at least be a little organised, or he wanted to enslave me, I wouldn't know, but he had found that extremely amusing, and it was contagious. It felt good to be finally happy.

I stopped by the florist, Mihael waiting in my car, handing me out his credit card to pay for the flowers. I picked peonies because my mother loved them. But at the cashier, Mihael's card was refused. I paid with my cash, not thinking much of it, it wasn't that expensive anyway, and a few minutes later, we were in my parents' apartment.

My mother put the flowers in a vase, and we gathered around the diner table, my father pouring drinks. I had told them Mihael and me had something to say, and they were both looking at us expectantly, which made me nervous.
"Mum, Dad, we have two big news..." I was suddenly feeling a bit shy, I knew they would react well but saying it out loud was quite something.
"Go ahead, son." my father said as he sat down.

My mother and Mihael exchanged a smile, then all eyes were on me.
"I asked Mihael to marry me." I blurted out, looking at my hands.
"And what did he say?"
My head shot up, and both my parents were refraining a laughter. My mother stood up and came to hug me – smothering me would be a better term – and she had tears in her eyes.
"My little fox! I'm so happy!"
My father had a huge smile on his face, and I could see him squeeze Mihael's shoulder in a fatherly manner, which, in short, meant that Mihael would probably have a bruise or two.
"He's not perfect, but he'll treat you well, and I expect the same of you." he said, Mihael flinching slightly, because my father was really impressive, and then he looked at me.
I stood up, hugging my mother one last time before walking to him, and he stood up as well, pulling me close.
"I surely never expected that, and probably not that fast, but you proved me you could fight for your family, and I guess your mother's and my work is complete now. Be happy, son."
Wow. I was taken by surprise for sure.

"And what about that second big news?" my father said to alleviate the emotional moment, but I could see his eyes were bright, "I suppose neither of you is pregnant?"
We all laughed.
"Mihael will be able to walk soon." I replied, my mother clapping her hands, going to hug Mihael one more time.

"Have you set a date already?" my father asked, after a moment.
Mihael and me looked at each other.
"No, not yet, we haven't discussed it yet." he said, "But if that's okay with you, and you too Mail of course, I'd like to make my own proposal right now."
Now all eyes were on Mihael, but he didn't shy away like I did.
"Mail, come live with me, and let's get married as soon as I can walk."

I stared at him for a moment, but what could I say? I nodded dumbly, grinning like an idiot.

Note: You can't say I haven't squeezed! lol
Still not over! (if you think I depleted my drama reservoir for this fic, you're wrong :D )