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mello

Reunited. [ Active ]

Character(s): Mello (

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?

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"Still so impatient..." Mello laughed again, though he was starting to feel impatient himself. Not enough to want to stop teasing, not yet. He was still enjoying this.

He rolled his hips against Matt again, then pulled back, groping at the buckle to the belt he felt but couldn't see, not without looking. And Mello didn't want to look away from Matt's eyes, his flushed face, his unguarded expression of need: all proof, if he needed it, that Matt wanted him, even now. If he just made him want him enough, he could keep him here. A stupid thought and a weak one, one he'd never voice aloud, yet there between them nonetheless.

Matt grunted a little, squirming. "You'd b-be impatient-- Nnh-- too if it were you." And Matt would make sure that he'd get him back for what was happening and tease Mello just like he'd been teasing Matt. Revenge was sweet, especially when it came to a situation like that.

Inhaling sharply when Mello moved his hips again, Matt whimpered softly, tilting his head down to nip at the blond's neck. "Fuck, Mello..." Shivering a little, he glanced down to see Mello's hands working at the belt buckle, his own hands pushing Mello's away to unbuckle the belt and pull it from the loops around his waist. Dropping it to the floor and ignoring anything further with it, Matt leaned down to kiss Mello, hungry and passionate, and aching for more.

He couldn't deny it, but that didn't mean Mello would stop either. He liked being teased, even when he protested, and he was sure Matt did, too.

Mello caught his breath, one sharp inhalation, as Matt removed his belt, and kissed him back. He could stop Matt, take back control, but he hadn't restrained him and now he was curious what he'd do. Whatever it was, even if it were merely to let him continue, Mello was certain he'd enjoy it.

Shoving his hands down, Matt deepened the kiss as he worked at opening Mello's trousers. Making sure fingers and hands brushed over his cock through his pants at every moment, the red head took his time; unbuttoning as slowly as he could, working at any laces or zippers. Eventually having finished, he worked his hand inside, nails scraping across his lower stomach before sliding down further and drawing a finger up along his length. Moaning quietly into the kiss, Matt shivered, pulling his hand out to shove Mello's pants down off his hips. He loved looking at Mello in leather, but he seriously hated trying to get it off of him.

Satisfied with how far down he'd gotten Mello's pants, he let a hand rest against the blond's chest before sliding lower; one fingertip drew down the center achingly slow, his nail scraping across his skin. Free arm hooked around Mello's neck, making sure not to break the kiss.

Mello began to wonder if he'd made a mistake. He was shivering and gasping for breath, unable to stop himself from moaning into Matt's mouth, unwilling to stop kissing him even now. Fuck, this was intense. He hadn't known Matt had it in him to tease like this. Not that he minded finding out, though it was hardly fair that he'd started when Mello was already turned on.

He squirmed, pulling away just long enough to gasp, "Thought you were impatient?" Then he kissed him again, holding Matt to him tightly. Mello knew he could end the teasing if he wanted, at least as long as they were like this he could. But what fun would that be? Better, at least at the moment, to let Matt have his way. As long as he could stand to wait, that was.

Letting his hand continue lower, Matt's fingers ghosted up along his length, barely wrapping a few fingers around him to stroke him. He couldn't help but tease. All the sounds Mello had been making were making Matt even hotter; how could he stop? Impatient as he was, teasing Mello and working him up even more was far more appealing than letting Mello have all the fun. At least, for now.

Matt smirked. "I was." Whimpering against the blond's mouth, Matt arched against him, rocking their hips together a few times. Trying not to get ahead of himself, Matt let his hips drop back to the bed as his hand pressed into Mello's cock again, rubbing lightly, barely touching him at all, hand eventually snaking lower and brushing his fingers against his balls. Kissing him a little harder, Matt moved his arm from around Mello's neck, scraping his nails down over his back instead.

Mello whimpered at his words, gasping at the sensation as Matt rocked against him. He couldn't help it; he squirmed, moving his hips to increase the friction when Matt went back to teasing. "Matt..." He could wait, of course he could. He just didn't want to.

Matt leaned up to kiss him again, moaning against his mouth as their hips rocked together. It just wasn't enough. Reaching down and tugging at his button and zipper, Matt shoved his jeans off, kicking them away before hooking a leg around Mello's hip and pressing against him; skin to skin. Breathing hard, moaning a little, Matt rocked his hips, moving against Mello steadily. "Oh, Mello-- God, nnh." Clinging to him and dragging his nails over his back, the red head buried his face into Mello's neck, breathing raggedly against it before whispering into his skin. "Mello--" His breath hitched as his hips moved again. "Fuck me."

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Mello held him, biting his lips to stifle his own moans, digging his fists into the bed to keep from moving, no matter how much he wanted to. It hadn't been that long; why was he so impatient? But he was, far too impatient. Yet he made himself wait. No matter how much he wanted Matt, he'd wait until he was ready. Though God, his moans and the whimpering sounds he made were driving him nuts; Mello wanted desperately to flip them over and just fuck Matt into the bed, coaxing as many of those incredibly sexy sounds out of him as he could manage.

Another whimper slipped past Matt's lips as he shuddered, sweat beading on his forehead and rolling down. When had it gotten so hot in there? Whining a little, he rocked his hips a bit, lifting himself off Mello's cock an inch or two before moving back down again. Breathing hard, he bit Mello's neck rather roughly before rocking his hips again, nails raking down over Mello's chest; the sensory overload of everything Mello made it hard to concentrate. Even harder to move. Nuzzling up under his ear, Matt licked across the lobe, moaning against it quietly. "Feels so fucking good, Mello. Sh-should've fucked me more often back home, you know." He nuzzled up along his head, nipping at the shell of his ear. "You should have fucked me right into the bed, hard enough to make the entire bed rock. Bet that's what you want to do now." He moved his hips again, although just barely. "Bet you're desperate to do it."

"Wish I had," Mello panted, raking nails over Matt's chest and whimpering. God, this felt good. Matt was so hot and tight and Mello was so turned on and then he was biting and scratching him and he felt like he would melt into the sheets. Why the hell hadn't he done this more often? Kira, he supposed, but it seemed distant and unimportant at the moment.

Mello lifted his hips; he couldn't help it. Matt was driving him crazy. "God, yes," he gasped. "So much..." He couldn't deny it and didn't want to. It was no secret that he wanted him, ached for him. That Mello had gone too long without and Matt's word shot heat straight to his groin, bolts of lightning down his spine.

Matt whimpered a little. "Wish you had, too." Rocking his hips again, he rolled them soon after, crying out when Mello's cock hit the right place, rubbing over his spot briefly. Breathing a little harder, he shifted a little before lifting his hips slowly, lowering them back down achingly slow, sinking back down onto the blond's length. Sitting up, hands pressed to Mello's chest, he repeated the movement, giving a soft whine. He didn't want to go so slow, but the thought of teasing Mello was just too appealing.

Unfortunately, it wasn't appealing enough. Leaning back down, he stole a kiss, hard and deep, only lasting a few moments. He wanted it to be longer but he had momentarily forgotten the concept of breathing through his nose while kissing someone. Nuzzling at Mello's neck a little, he tilted his head up to whimper and moan into his ear. "Do it, then. God, Mello, want you to. Want you to fuck me like that."

Mello whimpered, whining at Matt's slow pace, squirming under him. He felt nearly frantic, desperate for more, but he was limited by Matt's movements and their position.

He didn't wait to be told twice, rolling the over immediately. Mello wasn't going to give Matt a chance to change his mind, not now. Not after he'd said that and teased him so damn long. He thrust into him hard, like this was someone he didn't care about hurting, fucked him roughly, with all the force and need of months of being without Matt behind it, as though this one orgasm had to make up for them all at once. Mello only spared a moment to try for the right angle, then left it up to Matt, abandoning himself to heat and raw need, to the fire raging inside of him that he was finally letting go, releasing in the unfettered thrusting of his hips, rhythm fast and ragged, and the stroking of his hand on Matt's cock, movement as desperate as he felt.

He'd abandoned all restraint, concerns about hurting his lover had completely receded before his own need and the permission Matt had given. Mello bit his neck roughly, without his usual care, whimpering. But he wanted to be louder than that. He lifted his head, moaning with abandon, repeating Matt's name in a voice whose volume he couldn't even begin to estimate and didn't bother to try. What did it matter? All Mello cared about was the primal need surging inside him, the desire for Matt that burned itself into his skin.

Gasping and crying out, one of Matt's hands immediately went up to clutch one of the rungs on the headboard, the other clawing across Mello's back. Breathing hard and rocking against him, Matt tipped his head back, moaning openly and repeating Mello's name. It was all he could think about, Mello, Mello, Mello. Whimpering as he buried his face in Mello's neck, Matt couldn't help but keep moaning on every thrust, pain mixing with complete and utter pleasure. Rough and hard and fast and so fucking good. Matt hadn't had sex like that in far too long, especially with Mello. He groaned as he rocked back against him to meet his thrusts before arching into his hand; too many things to respond to at once, and his brain had already shorted out ages ago.

Drawing his nails up over Mello's back -- hard enough to mark, maybe draw blood -- Matt stopped breathing for a moment before the blond slammed into him again, thrusting in hard and fast. He could hardly keep track of him, rocking in and stroking his cock and biting him, marking him. He groaned and dropped his head back again, bucking up against his hand and whimpering. Thrusting up into Mello's hand, he pulled at the rung of the headboard before gasping again, releasing it to wrap both arms around Mello's back; oh fuck. Why hadn't the fucking done this more often. Matt moaned the blond's name again, giving a guttural sort of groan. He didn't care why; they were going to make up for it and then some now that they were together again.

Mello whimpered as Matt raked nails over his skin, arching into it, shivering. God, it felt so good, the sharp lines of pain burning like his whole body was burning, on fire with pleasure. He'd abandoned control of any sort; he knew he wouldn't last long. Right now, Mello didn't care; why did it matter? All that mattered was how fucking good this felt, the shudders of pleasure that ran through him with every thrust, the scratches he still felt on his back, the taste of Matt's skin in his mouth. If he could freeze time, it might be this moment he'd choose, when everything was intense and golden and perfect.

And then it was too much, the pressure burst the spell, and he was coming, gasping in orgasm and the release of tension. "Matt!" he cried out, on final time, whimpering with the pleasure of completion and the simultaneous loss.

Matt clutched Mello's shoulders, clinging to him and rocking into his hand, breath hitching every so often. Whimpering and moaning when Mello spilled over the edge, he buried his face into his neck, gasping and panting against it while he rocked back into him. Thrusting up into his hand a few more times it wasn't long before he dug his nails into Mello's back, biting down on his neck and crying out against it, trembling as he came, spilling over his stomach and Mello's hand.

Whimpering weakly, Matt clung to him still, shivering. "Nnh..." Taking a deep breath, he pressed his forehead into his neck, closing his eyes and trying to relax. Taking a deep breath, he rolled his hips a little, squirming against him. "Mmm. Mello, damn."

Mello grinned tiredly, still lying on top of Matt, letting his heart rate and breathing slow. "Feel welcome yet?" Stupid, but he couldn't think of anything else to say that wasn't ridiculously awkward.

He stretched an arm out, trying to reach for a chocolate bar without moving any other part of his body, but eventually had to give up and roll off, next to Matt. They were still close, but Mello hated even being this far apart. At least right now he did. He was so tired, but almost afraid to fall asleep, afraid this was just a dream that would dissolve on waking, leaving nothing but an ache inside and the faint scent of cigarettes on the air.

Snorting quietly and nuzzling his neck a bit, Matt nodded against it, fingers trailing down over his back. "Nn. How could I possibly not?" Turning his head a little, he pressed a kiss under the blond's ear, giving a soft sort of purr. Mm, he could get used to that.

Practically moving with Mello when he rolled off, Matt wrapped an arm around slender waist, burying his face against pale chest. Thumb stroked against Mello's tail bone, humming contentedly. Placing a line of light kisses from the blond's chest up to his chin, he smiled against his skin, glancing up. Yeah, definitely could get used to it. Being close to Mello and curling up with him. Closing his eyes, he leaned up a little, kissing him gently, fingers rubbing over the small of his back. Lips ghosted against Mello's as he spoke. "Better not go disappearing on me, kitten. I'll feel awfully put out." He grinned before kissing him again.

"Just don't think it means you can disappear again." Next time Mello would kick his ass for leaving after he'd promised he wouldn't. He hadn't exactly enjoyed being alone.

"I'm not going anywhere." He smiled, a rare expression of actual happiness, pushing sweaty hair off Matt's forehead and kissing him lightly before unwrapping his chocolate. Mello had no reason to leave any more, not if Matt were here. And it wasn't as though there were anything to go back to, just death. At least here they were both alive and maybe could even manage something like being happy, which they'd never had time for before.

Turning his head a bit to look up at the blond, he frowned, watching him and searching his eyes. Waiting a moment, he leaned up and kissed him lightly. "I won't ever leave you, I don't care what this place does. I won't leave, I swear it." He didn't know how he could possibly promise such a thing given how supposedly unpredictable the place was, but there was no way he was going to live without Mello again.

Matt sat in silence, watching as Mello unwrapped his chocolate and resting his chin on the blond's chest to observe. He liked to look at Mello; not only because he was damn attractive, but he was graceful and unpredictable and incredible, and Matt didn't want to look away in fear of missing something. But he eventually did, resting his head flat against Mello's chest, pressing his ear against his heart, listening to it. He was glad that he could hear it beating, another testament to the fact they were alive. Hand came to rest on his counterpart's stomach, thumb stroking back and forth over it gently.

"Good. Don't." Such simple words to hold so much emotion, though he tried to mask it. Not that Mello had ever been good at hiding his feelings.

He sighed at Matt's hand caressing him, almost content. "A weird feeling, isn't it? Suddenly being alive again." Mello hadn't missed Matt listening to his heart beat nor what it might mean; he remembered marveling at it, too. All the little signs of life, even breathing, felt different now that he remembering dying, when it all came to an end. It didn't make him more careful, not much could do that, but he was more aware of what he had to lose. Which tally now definitely included the man in his bed, for all he hadn't expected it to in quite this way.

"When I first came here, I thought I was still dead."

"Won't, not ever." Smiling a little, he leaned down to kiss his jaw, sighing against it. He couldn't imagine leaving him.

Hand didn't move from Mello's stomach, thumb still rubbing against it gently, satisfied smile on his lips. The hum inside Mello's chest as he spoke made a pleasant vibration against the side of Matt's head, causing him to smile. "Mm, it is." He wasn't complaining, though, especially if Mello was there with him. If he wasn't, then yeah, he might have a problem with it. He'd rather be stuck in some piece of shit limbo or purgatory if Mello were there, rather than wherever-the-fuck they'd landed and been without his blond partner. Yeah, fuck that.

Still listening to his heartbeat, he almost missed what Mello said. As soon as it clicked, Matt's head shot up, turning to look at him with a bit of a frown. Hand on his stomach stopped moving, resting flat against it. "Why?"

Mello laughed. "Why wouldn't I? Last thing I remembered was dying, then I see these huge gates with a line of people at them. What else would I think?" He frowned, remembering. "Then some jerk attacked me, but he told me I was alive." Truthfully, he still found it hard to believe. But he certainly seemed alive and with continued lack of evidence to disprove the perception, Mello accepted it as at least probable. If he were still dead, it didn't seem to matter, though it was kind of annoying to still have to worry about all the little tediums of life like paying rent after death.

"What did you think?" Matt seemed so surprised that Mello had to wonder. Had he known he was alive again right away?

"Nn, right, sorry." He hadn't really thought of it like that when he popped up there. Wait, what? "Someone attacked you?" Matt frowned, instantly becoming concerned about Mello and what had happened. Sure, for all Matt knew, it could have been weeks or months ago! But damn he was still worried all the same. It wasn't like it was every day (well, not really) that Mello was getting attacked by 'some jerk'. Generally it was expected of people to go at him, but after he'd died and gone somewhere where neither of them knew anyone? Well, that was weird.

"What did I think? Nn..." Matt trailed off, thinking. When he'd first woken up outside the domes, his body ached a little, but he wasn't bleeding. Hell, his clothes were all in one piece, even! His heart was beating, he was breathing. He'd thought... "I thought it was all a nightmare. Dying. Being without you." He shrugged, not really wanting to think about it. All it did was make him feel even more upset.

"Yeah. Some sort of psycho, but I haven't seen him since." Mello shrugged; the attack itself hadn't bothered him particularly, though he hadn't liked the feeling of being easily overpowered. Since nothing else had happened, he hadn't worried about it.

Mello sighed at Matt's answer. "Wish it were." If it were all a nightmare, they could wake up, try again. Get it right this time. "Guess this is the next best thing." Maybe even better if they were together; he wouldn't have to worry about Kira or the case. Just do whatever, try to have the life he couldn't even imagine before. It was possible, right?

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