http://nicotinic.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] nicotinic.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-07-26 09:15 pm
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Character(s): Mello ([livejournal.com profile] chocolatefetish) and Matt ([livejournal.com profile] nicotinic).
Content: Matt shows up in Paixao with no idea as to what's going on, Mello comes to fetch him and explain. Hopefully.
Setting: At one of the cafe's close to the Vanaheim Gate.
Time: The afternoon of July 25th.
Warnings: They both have foul vocabulary, I'm sure. And later comments are definitely not appropriate for younger viewers♥

Matt poked at his journal a bit, lacking in things to be occupied with. Turning it over in his hands, he narrowed his eyes a little, evidently trying to see if he could get it apart without tools. Realizing, unfortunately, that there wasn't any possible way for him to, he turned it face up to look at the screen and see if there was anything from Mello. Noticing that was, in fact, negative, he flipped it over.

Leaning back in the chair, balancing it on its back two legs, he rocked back and forth on it. He seriously hoped he didn't fall. Dead again after two minutes of being alive; that'd take some real skill. Either way, he continued to move, back and forth, lazy rocking. It kept him entertained for all of five seconds before he stopped, checking the journal again before writing a response -- noticing his hands were shaking already from lack of nicotine -- and dropping it back to the table, leaning in to balance his chair again.

As he waited for Mello, he motioned the waitress over, ordering some baby tea; half tea, half milk, and lots of sugar. Debating on getting something for Mello, he thought about it for a moment before requesting a milkshake; chocolate, of course.

He just hoped the idiot would show up soon. Impatient much?

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 08:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Asshole," Mello said, but he didn't mean it. Even when he was this damn turned on, he could still enjoy being teased. As long as it was done well, of course, but he could trust Matt when it came to that. He wouldn't make some half-hearted effort at it; he'd make sure he did it right, even sex in an alleyway. More accurately, especially sex in an alleyway; Matt could be pretty lazy about most things, but he wasn't going to screw up something like this.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
He was right about that, but Mello still cursed him out for using that blasted girly nickname, first in English and then, since he clearly wasn't listening, he started in on the other languages he knew. He didn't want to be called something that suggested he was feminine and submissive by the guy jacking him off, no matter how good he was at it! He might even have truly struggled, but Matt started touching his cock then and he didn't want him to stop.

"Matt, fuck," he whined, not caring if he sounded bitchy, moving his hips to try to increase the friction. Mello kissed him back, of course he did, a kiss as heated as he felt, though he made sure to bite Matt's lower lip, too, just because he could. He shouldn't be that surprised; Mello tended to leave marks during sex, traces of teeth and fingernails to mark his territory and his pleasure, so why should this be any different?

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
He was going to seriously hurt him for this if he kept it up. Only one person knew how to piss Mello off better than Matt and he wasn't here, but Matt was doing a damn good job all on his own. Mello had been mistaken for a girl or called effeminate far too many times to take it well even now; he might have hit Matt had they been doing something else.

He didn't protest at being marked; however angry he was at him, Mello was far too glad to have Matt back to bitch about a tiny thing like visible marks. He wouldn't be embarrassed or ashamed of them in any case; Mello was the type of person more likely to display them proudly: a sign written on his skin that bragged of the quality of their sex life.

Mello closed his eyes, falling instantly silent mid-word as Matt licked him, breath escaping in a long sigh, loud in the sudden near silence. Finally.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 10:37 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, God. Mello said nothing, at least nothing coherent, any words lost in the groan that escaped him as Matt actually started to seriously blow him. Even with the inevitable teasing (and hadn't he had enough of that), it felt better than anything he'd had in far too long. Even before, they'd rarely had a chance to really take their time and enjoy each other, and then it had been too late. Now, with a second chance, Mello didn't intend to waste it.

Or fail to enjoy anything, especially not this, though as his head fell back against the wall, fingers scrabbling for holds against the rough brick, he knew it wouldn't take long at all, not after he'd waited so long. That was okay. There would be other chances. Mello would see to that.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Mello moaned again; he couldn't possibly stay quiet, even if he wanted to, shivering under the tiny pricks of Matt's nails. He loved it, though, small pains turned to pleasure by the chemicals rushing through his body, only making everything sweeter, more intense.

And then Matt got serious and he knew he couldn't take it. "Matt, shit, that..." He let his voice trail off and stopped even trying, just letting it happen, riding the waves of his orgasm. Every once in awhile, it was damn nice to not fight everything.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Idiot. You know it was." Mello grinned and kissed him, taking his time about it now, not caring that they hadn't really cleaned up or refastened their pants. Who the hell cared? Matt was here again; they were both alive and no longer alone. Even if Kira had won in the world they'd left, they had another chance here.

When they finally stopped kissing, he was still smiling, eyelids lowered contentedly and the black eyes beneath almost calm as he looked at Matt. Not that it would last, but for the moment, he was happy. "Ready to go to the apartment? Or do you still need to stop first?"

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
Mello was still smiling, a genuinely happy expression he hadn't worn in far too long, as opposed to his usual sarcastic smirk or the sheer depressed tiredness of their final weeks. He felt lighter, bouyant, like he could fly if he wanted to. He refastened Matt's pants almost fondly, a gesture with more affection than he'd usually dare show, before reaching for his own.

"It's not too much farther." And then they could do this again, taking their time about it. Or talk, or just hold each other and listen to the sounds of a city both like and unlike the one they had come from. Not that he'd say anything so stupidly sentimental. Mello knew better than to believe in fairy tales or happily ever after; this was a beginning, not the end, and many things could happen.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm always tense, Matt. Hardly anything new." Mello had been born fighting against the world, or at least he had been as long as he could remember, and he didn't really know how to stop. Real relaxation was a foreign concept and he wasn't sure he was capable of it. "But I'm not saying no." Far from it. Few things sounded as good as a massage from Matt; he'd be nuts to turn that down.

He kissed Matt back, leaning against him, not caring that not only were they in public, they probably looked like one of those incredibly sappy new couples you wished would shut up about each other and stop being attached at the hip. Mello had found those people annoying, too, and yet he couldn't seem to stop it, not right now. At least they had an excuse those people didn't!

"Come on, just a short train ride to go." He pulled away reluctantly, leaving one arm around Matt's waist, and started off towards the station.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, Mommy." Mello smirked at Matt, but he was in a good enough mood he didn't really mind. Funny how fast they fell back into their old habits, but he liked it; it felt safe and familiar as the gloves on his hands. "Feels good." It would feel even better on a bed, or he'd just stop there and let Matt finish.

Catching the train didn't take long and Mello only let go of Matt when he absolutely had to, reaching for him again as soon as possible. He'd vanished with no warning before; he just looked away and he was gone. He didn't want that to happen again, so he held on, even if it were more revealing than he wanted to be. At least Matt wasn't complaining.

"All right, here's our stop."

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
"It's just through here." Mello led the way down an alley and up a flight of stairs, pausing to unlock the door. The security here was far less elaborate than he'd usually had, but there had been far less reason to bother. Pushing the door open, he flipped on the lamp just inside the door and made room for Matt to join him inside. "Make yourself at home."

If Matt didn't remember, this had to be weird. Mello probably should have gotten rid of his stuff, but he hadn't, so there were still traces of his presence in this apartment, even if they were months old, like the faint smell of cigarette smoke he hadn't even tried to eradicate, even when it depressed him. At least maybe the place wouldn't feel so damn empty anymore.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
Mello sprawled on the couch and worked on taking off his boots. "Didn't need to hide from anyone here, not so far at least." Though he hadn't abandoned all efforts at caution. "And it seemed stupid to stay in a hotel when I didn't know how long I'd be here." More comfortable and private in an apartment, at least.

"Obviously you can stay here; do whatever with the place as long as it doesn't piss me off." Mello assumed Matt would still want to live with him, at least, even if the other one had laughed at him for suggesting it. "Sorry there weren't more cigarettes; we can get more whenever." He looked up at Matt, wondering what he was thinking. The room was dimly lit and the goggles hid his eyes completely; Mello couldn't read his expression at all at the moment.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Mello situated himself comfortably, eating chocolate and just waiting. He wasn't surprised when Matt came to sit with him; it was inevitable. He buried his hand in the red hair, stroking and playing with it, enjoying the sensation and the proof that yes, Matt was really here. It wasn't just a dream born of loneliness and boredom. And he'd be here when he went to sleep tonight and hopefully when he woke up, too.

"All right." Not that he hadn't already said it was all right, but he felt fucking stupid saying he was glad he wanted to. Mello closed his eyes, remembering. "No. Maybe we could have been but..." They were both too concerned about their image or maybe he hadn't been that into him in the first place or... well, who the hell knew? But as much as he had cared, they hadn't had any trouble keeping their hands off each other before.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-01 10:39 am (UTC)(link)
This was nice. Mello looked at Matt and smiled; an intimate expression almost no one else had ever seen. When it was just the two of them, he could relax, be more himself. Lower the facade he'd worn so much it was nearly part of him, but not quite. Matt known him when he was a kid; he might not know everything, but he knew the real Mello more than anyone else.

"You'd better not. That was shit." Matt had been there, right behind him and then... gone. Like he'd never been. Except for the memories and all the stuff he'd left behind, the crap still here because he'd kept it just in case he came back from wherever. Which it seemed he had, or something like it. Mello went back to toying with Matt's hair, but he felt better, though he wasn't sure the other Matt meant to leave. Maybe he had; he'd been fucking scared. But he didn't think so.

"Didn't you promise me a massage?"

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-02 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't blame him for being scared," Mello muttered, standing and stretching as well, digging his toes into the carpet. He'd been scared, too, when that teleporting bastard shot at Matt. Watching Matt die and being helpless to stop it, again, would be the worst thing that ever happened to him. But it hadn't meant he wanted Matt not to be there!

"Bedroom," he replied and started making his way back there. It would be easier and more comfortable. Not to mention offering other interesting possibilities.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-02 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Mello stopped where he was; he could keep going, but he didn't want to fight with Matt to break free of his hold and dragging him along would be stupid. "Just the other Matt. Right before he vanished... this teleporting freak shot at him." He was glad he wasn't facing him; he didn't think he'd want to see Matt's expression at this pronouncement. "Can't help but think maybe that was why he left." And he didn't want Matt to die again, not at all, but Mello has still been damn lonely.

When he released him, Mello walked to the bed and sat down, unzipping his shirt and shrugging it off before lying comfortably on his stomach, chin pillowed on his folded arms. "Sharing unless you don't want to." It would be stupid not to, after what they'd just done in the alley. Not like he had anything Matt hadn't seen before or that he'd care if he did.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-02 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
"So then you can't promise you won't leave." Either way, he couldn't win. Either Matt wanted to leave and somehow did, or he hadn't chosen to go and hence could leave again at any time. Mello hated both options but there wasn't a third that made sense.

"Nope, not at all." And he had no intention of turning him away. Mello closed his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feel of Matt's hands and how they slowly eased the tension in his back, tension that had been there so long he barely noticed it anymore. It hurt, but felt good at the same time, like sex in a lot of ways. "You're going to spoil me if you keep this up," he commented, talking partly just to keep himself from falling asleep. It was true, but Mello wouldn't mind being spoiled.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-02 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Better not," Mello mumbled. "Won't be so forgiving next time." Though he probably would, especially in the face of a Matt who once again didn't remember and was glad to see him. He could be a sucker for Matt, not that he'd admit it. How could he not be? The guy had died for him! Mello owed him more than he could ever repay.

"Nothing." He was half asleep, but Mello was smiling, feeling warm and contented. It was an unusual feeling for Mello, who usually fought sleep as long as possible and regarded relaxation as a foreign state, even slightly suspect. "Where'd you learn to be so good at this?" It seemed an unusual skill for Matt to have, not that he wasn't grateful for it at the moment. Though he hoped Matt didn't mind if he fell asleep like this.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-03 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
"On me, huh? That mean I treat you too well? I could be more of a dick to you if you'd rather." Treat him more like Mello treated everyone else, instead of his best friend. Not that he really wanted to do that, or seriously meant that he would.

Memorize him, huh? Mello couldn't blame Matt for feeling like that, not when his most recent memories were of his own death. "I'm not going anywhere," he murmured, shutting his eyes again. He trusted Matt; he could touch any part of Mello he wanted. He just didn't want to watch. "I'm not going anywhere." Just to say it, since he could tell Matt was worried about it.

He didn't tell him that he didn't think of the scar as part of himself, not yet. Maybe he would one day, but it still felt alien at the moment. He could barely feel Matt's fingers through the ropy scar tissue, separated from the nerves and living skin of Mello himself by this barrier made from his skin but no longer of it. He didn't think Matt would understand and it would be far too revealing to say.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-03 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"That'll be a new development in our friendship." Mello smirked, imagining it. Like a comedy duo routine or something, more slapstick than serious. The prinnies would love it. But he'd rather not; he'd never been the class clown type. That was more Matt's schtick than his.

Mello felt Matt's hands gliding over his skin, touch gently yet purposeful. He knew what he was doing, but if Matt didn't want to acknowledge it, there was no reason to push. He wasn't leaving, whether they discussed it or not; words didn't matter.

Mello didn't answer, just draping an arm around Matt and granting his request. This kiss was slow and sweet, everything the hungry, desperate one previously had not been. But why not? Now that their first hunger from their long separation was sated, they could take their time.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-03 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Depends on the violence." Mello enjoyed rough sex and a good adrenaline rush turned him on like nothing else, but he wouldn't quite say that he had a violence fetish. He just like mementos left behind, carved into his skin to remember just how good he had felt. And when they faded, the pleasure of making them all over again.

He'd noticed, of course, that Matt craved affection from him. Proof that he'd died for something worthwhile, perhaps, that Mello hadn't just not given a shit and dismissed his sacrifice. Not that he would have. If Matt had been expendable, he would have involved him far earlier; only desperation led him to risk the only friend he'd ever really had.

Mello propped himself on a elbow and leaned closer, willingly taking what Matt offered him. He pushed him onto the bed and lay half on top of him, pressing their bodies together, hungry for contact. He'd been alone far too long.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-03 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Didn't hear you complaining." Not that Mello had expected Matt to. Hell, knowing Matt, he might not stop him even if he didn't like it as much, not at first anyway. They'd both been too desperate to worry about a little thing like that, a minor difference in how they liked it. Maybe Matt even liked it rough, too.

Mello kissed harder, rubbing back against Matt, letting desire take over again. They both wanted this; why should he deny it? There was no shame in it; hell, never been much shame in Mello to begin with, except for the shame of failure. He pulled away long enough to tug at Matt's shirt, grinning at him. "Why are we wearing clothes here again?" Matt was back; things would be better from now on. He didn't have to be alone.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-05 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Glad to hear it." Far more convenient that way, rather than having to try to find a compromise both of them could live with. Mello hadn't bothered asking before, but it would have come up eventually.

Mello kissed back, already breathing hard, sliding his hands over Matt's bare chest. He'd almost forgotten just how good it felt to touch him like this, smooth, heated skin under his palms, solid and reassuringly real. It was better like this, where he could take off his gloves and didn't have to worry about either of them keeping their balance, though there was something to be said for the pure urgency and the thrill of the possibility of discovery of the alleyway.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-05 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Just don't expect me to go easy on you." Not now that he'd said he'd liked it, at least. No reason to hold back when it wasn't necessary.

Mello shivered at the nails in his back, arching automatically in response. Matt wasn't holding back either and he loved it. Tilting his head, he nipped just under his ear, tiny bites with sharp teeth in a row down his neck, then back up again, sucking on each little mark. He remembered this: how damn good Matt tasted, the way he responded to his touch. Remembered and thought it had been far too long since he'd had more than the memory.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-05 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Hiding a grin, Mello repeated the pattern, down Matt's neck and out over his shoulder until bone replaced muscle, then against up to his ear and around the lobe, taking his time with it. He was leaving quite a few marks with this, but he doubted Matt would mind and he definitely wasn't protesting at the moment.

[identity profile] chocolatefetish.livejournal.com 2007-08-05 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
Mello laughed, hot breath against Matt's ear. One final nip, with an accompanying roll of his hips, and he moved on, sucking and licking his way across Matt's collarbones, slowly working his way down his body. He wasn't in a hurry, not yet. And he loved teasing Matt; his reactions were far too good not to want to coax as many of them out of him as he could.

And on that note, he moved back up his body, leaving a trail of kisses as he want. It wasn't quite time for more yet. "You're fun to tease," Mello whispered into the other ear, sucking hard on the lobe once he had spoken.

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