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mello

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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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"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.

Matt couldn't help but grin against his ear, moving a little lower to lick across the lobe as he muttered against it, "It turns you on, kitten." Not waiting for an answer that would most likely contain some measure of complaining, Matt slipped his hand down and trailed a few fingers across the head of his length before sliding lower, fingertips barely touching. Moving further along his cock, he stopped near the base, cupping his balls momentarily before letting his hand ghost back up.

Finally lacing his fingers around the base, he gave him a few slow, deliberate strokes, making sure not to go too fast or give much friction. He had a feeling he'd definitely be paying for that later. Not exactly caring about it right then, he continued his achingly slow movements as his lips ghosted along his ear and jawline before leaning up and stealing another kiss. He was definitely enjoying it.

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?

A grin spread across his face, catching odd words of the foreign languages Mello had turned to. Nibbling up along his jaw, he moaned deliberately into his ear, adding a whimper for good measure. "Damn, baby, you know what it does to me when you talk like that." His smirk returned as he nuzzled the side of the blond's head. Releasing his hands after a moment and making sure Mello wasn't going to hit him, he dropped his hand to his chest, sliding it lower before wrapping around his waist to grope his ass.

"Maybe later." Grinning, he sped his hand up a little and moaned quietly at the bite before pulling back from the kiss. Nuzzling down into his neck, Matt bit the curve firmly and then sucked on it; he left marks of his own. Mello was just as much his territory as he was Mello's. Scraping his teeth across the spot once satisfied, he kissed the corner of Mello's mouth, only to sink to his knees moments later, tongue flicking out to lick across his tip.

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.

Matt drew a circle around the head with his tongue before allowing his mouth to close around, sucking lightly as his hand resumed the stroking it had been doing only moments before. He really tried his best not to tease, but it wasn't working out too well. Instead, Matt's hand slid down along his cock to his balls, cupping them in his hand again, massaging lightly and still only sucking on the head of his erection. Wanting this to last, but not feeling like having to make Mello wait, Matt's hands eventually found their way to his hips.

Holding him back against the wall, fingers curling into the leather, he glanced up at him before taking the entire length of his cock in and sucking around him; adding a bit of a hum for effect. Drawing back to tongue the slit, he sucked a little harder and then took him in again, effectively creating somewhat of a pattern; bobbing his head, sucking at varying strengths while occasionally licking a circle around his tip. He definitely wanted to repay Mello.

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.

Honestly wishing he'd had more time to give Mello a proper blow job, Matt knew he had to settle for the quickie down the alley way; not that he had any plans of making it any less than excellent. Mello deserved it after being alone so long again, didn't he? Abruptly stopping his mind from wandering, Matt sucked him in deeper, rubbing his tongue along the underside as he did and tugging his pants down a little more, if only so he could dig his nails in; more marks. A testament to what exactly they'd been doing down the side street.

Realizing that Mello wouldn't take much more, one of Matt's hands maneuvered back down. Tracing the curve of his groin, down his inner thigh and back up again, his fingers eventually found their way back up. Matt wasted no more time in what he was doing as he reached up, massaging Mello's balls again and taking him in as deep as he could at the same time; sucking hard.

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.

Using his free hand, Matt held his hips steady as he sucked him through his orgasm, tonguing his tip again and swallowing around him as he came. Dragging his nails down over his hips and bobbing his head a few more times, Matt eventually moved back, leaning in to nibble his hip, nuzzling over to his stomach. "Mmm." Finally rising from the ground -- God did his knees hurt -- he dropped his head to Mello's shoulder, leaning into him.

Burying his face into the blond's neck, he sighed, arms moving to wrap loose around his waist. Pressing a kiss under his ear, Matt glanced up at him, grinning. "Damn, blondie, was it good for you?"

"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?"

Giving a bit of a grunt in response, only to signal that he'd heard him, Matt continued to lean against him. Yeah, too bad they hadn't been at the apartment, he could have definitely used a nap right about then. Arms around his waist tightened a little, hugging him closer, comforting to have him in such close proximity -- why hadn't they been like this more often in life? -- and generally making him feel more at ease.

Matt waited a moment or two, enjoying the silence between them, the dull hum of the city the only sound from the end of the alley. He could definitely get used to what was happening in that very moment. Staying there for another moment or two, he eventually turned his head to look up at Mello, smiling. "Mm. No, home sounds good with me."

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.

Humming in appreciation of Mello's busy work of getting both of their pants done up, he rubbed a few small circles over the blond's lower back. Noticing how tense he was, Matt worked his hands up over his back, pressing his fingers into the muscles and rubbing them firmly, trying to work them out a little. Sighing quietly, he leaned up to kiss the blond's temple, moving his arms back to drape them around his waist and hug him. "You're going to need to let me work your muscles out when we get back. You're going to end up pulling something for how tense you are."

Finally straightening up, he stretched his arms up above his head and then relaxed again. For the first time in what seemed like forever, he felt completely relaxed and at ease. Glad that the apartment wasn't too much further, he reached for one of Mello's hands, tugging him closer for yet another kiss.

"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.

Matt shrugged, fingers pressing into his back again. "I know you are, but you could stand to relax your muscles every once in a while so you don't go pulling something and hurting yourself." Repeating the circles into his back, he smiled a little bit. "You'd better not." He knew Mello needed to relax more, and even if Matt could only give him a few minutes of that in a massage... Well, he felt accomplished. It wasn't every day Mello let down enough of his defenses to let Matt do something like that.

Tightening his arms in a hug again, Matt grinned against Mello's mouth. He could definitely get used to it. To being close and the hugs and kisses and any other simple touches he could possibly get. He wanted to have something remotely similar to a life that didn't have Kira; and he especially wanted it if Mello was included. Not that he'd ever let something like that slip out so Mello could hear him.

"Mm, good." Following along beside him, Matt draped an arm across Mello's shoulders.

"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."

Rolling his eyes, Matt neglected to answer any of it, simply following Mello to the train stop to wait. The ride wasn't too bad -- definitely preferred compared to plane trips -- and Mello held on to him like no other. Matt would have had to been crazy to complain about such a thing. Instead, he made sure to keep touching him. Whether he was leaning against him or vice versa, or holding onto his hand, Matt was sure to continuously touch him. He wasn't entirely sure why, but it seemed as though Mello wanted it like that.

Looking up when Mello mentioned their stop, he stood and shuffled off the train. It wasn't too far off of it before he stopped Mello again, simply watching him. He opened his mouth; he wasn't sure what he wanted to say, but he wanted to say something. Realizing it was neither the time or place for it, he simply looked around. "Where now?"

"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.

Following him up the stairs and inside, Matt almost immediately recognized the smell of cigarettes. Had Mello started? No, the smell was too old to have been any time recent. It was one of the smells that came from a long time of chain smoking where it got into the furniture and carpet. The last him? Must have been. Matt looked around, catching sight of computer parts and random other things that he would normally be known to have. It was strange to see it all there when he had no recollection of ever having been present before.

He went further into the apartment, looking around a little, he eventually stopped at the bedroom. Leaning up against the door frame, he took the cigarette from behind his ear and finally lit it. More questions ran through his mind now that he'd finally seen what had been left of the previous him. He doubted Mello wanted to answer any of them, though. Instead, he decided off-hand comments were better. "Nice place, blondie. Hell of a lot better than our last one."

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.

"Good." The reply was simple -- when had he gotten so short on answering? -- and he didn't wait long before entering the bedroom, crossing it and opening a window, letting the smoke from his cigarette go out. Leaning against the window and watching the street below, he stayed that way until he was done his cigarette, tossing the end of it out the window. Closing it again, he leaned back against the wall beside the window, watching the door and debating. Finally making his decision, Matt pushed himself away and exited the room, going over to sit on the floor beside the couch, leaning back to place his head on one of Mello's legs.

Matt closed his eyes, simply sitting there for a moment. "I want to stay with you." He waited. Sat in silence. Hesitance heavy on his chest before he opened his eyes to look up at the blond. "What we just did in the alley. Were you like that with the last me that was here?" Curiosity killed the cat. He had no idea how many lives he was down already.

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.

Closing his eyes, more than content with Mello playing with his hair, Matt gave a content sort of hum, relaxing back against the couch. It had been far too long since feeling so at ease with someone, and all Matt wanted to do was stay there and enjoy the moment, nap a little; be otherwise content with the life he'd never really had a chance to enjoy before. He didn't care how domestic it made him sound. Matt was enjoying every minute of it.

He was also silently happy that Mello hadn't done anything with the last him; not that it would matter. For one, it was still him in a sense. And for another, it wasn't like they were together. Reaching up and catching Mello's wrist, Matt moved it down, carefully taking off the blond's gloves, nuzzling at the palm of his hand once he finished. "I'm not going to just... leave like he did, you know." He tilted his head back a bit to kiss the inside of his wrist before releasing his hand. "You're stuck with me."

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?"

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