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matt,
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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Matt caught the smile and returned it, head dropping back to his leg again as he looked up at him through his goggles. He decided, without a doubt, he'd rather be there than anywhere else; it was rare enough to see Mello look genuinely happy, but to have it happening as often as it was that day, well... Matt knew it wasn't something to take for granted. He had no intention of doing so, either.

"Mm, sorry, blondie. Promise I won't, though." Grinning up at him, he stretched a little, eventually reaching up and tugging his goggles down loose around his neck, he nodded a little. "Mmhm, I did." Matt got up and stretched his arms above his head, arching his back a bit as he did a full-body stretch. Turning and facing him, he nodded his head a little, "You going to lay on the couch or go into the bedroom?"

"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.

Not quite catching what Mello had said, Matt titled his head to the side with a rather curious expression on his face. "What's wrong, blondie?" Watching him stretch and move off to the bedroom, Matt moved to catch up with him before nabbing him around the waist from behind. Slipping his arms around him, he let his chin rest on the blond's shoulder, closing his eyes. It was odd how he was getting used to it. Used to touching Mello.

Eventually releasing him, Matt followed him into the bedroom and kicked off his boots, tugging his goggles off and setting them on the nightstand. He dropped down heavily onto the side of the bed, taking another look around the room. "We sharing the bed tonight, or am I being forced to the couch?"

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.

"Sorry, Mello. I don't think he left on purpose, though, y'know?" He shrugged a little, crawling up along him on the bed and straddling his hips, careful not to put all of his weight on him. Leaning down, he pressed an open-mouth kiss under his ear, licking and nipping at the spot with a grin. "He'd be insane for wanting to leave you." Sitting straight up, he rubbed his hands together to warm them up a little; the last thing anyone wanted during a massage was cold hands.

"Nn, did I ever give you the impression I wouldn't want to share a bed with you?" Once he was sure they were warm enough, he leaned down, starting up at the top, pressing his thumbs into the base of his neck and rubbing firmly; circles to work out the tense muscle. Using the heels of his hands to massage his shoulders at the same time, he watched Mello's face with a content sort of grin.

"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.

Frowning a little, Matt continued to work the muscles in his neck, slowly moving his hands across; further from his neck, and closer to his shoulders. Thumbs still making their circles and palms working hard against tense muscles, he shook his head. "I can promise whatever I want, because I won't." He didn't really get the thought of willingly leaving Mello behind somewhere.

Satisfied with the state of his shoulders and neck, Matt started to ease the tension around his spine. Had Mello always been this thin? Being careful not to press against his bones by accident, he used the heel of his hand to make small vertical rubs, moving an inch or two lower each time. Matt grinned and gave a shrug, despite knowing Mello couldn't see it. "What's wrong with spoiling you? Deserve a break for all the work you did on the case, you know." Either spoiled or pampered, he knew Mello needed a break, if the heist hadn't happened, Mello would have simply worked himself to death. Trying to ignore the thought, his hands continued their movement, getting to the small of his back and going back up again.

"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.

Matt smiled and rolled his eyes. "Sure you will. Can't say no to me." Fingers traced the outlines of his back, moving over sharp bone edges and along smaller scars; he avoided the larger burn scar for the moment. He realized Mello was falling asleep and definitely didn't mind, just meant more time for him to enjoy the complete relaxation.

Resuming the massaging for only a minute or two, then then slid up along Mello's body to rest against him, nuzzling his shoulder a little before pressing a kiss there. Fingers ghosted down over his side, tracing the edge of his scar. Lowering his voice, he whispered against his skin, "Can I touch it?"

"Arrogant, aren't you?" It was true, but it was still arrogant to know it, wasn't it? And to sound so damn certain. Was it really so obvious? Mello hoped not. He didn't like even Matt knowing that about it; it was too much of a weakness.

He could feel Matt avoiding the scars on his back and he didn't blame him. It felt weird to touch: rough, not like skin at all. It didn't even feel like part of himself, just something extra grafted on against his will, yet he couldn't remove it. "Yeah. Can't imagine why you want to, though."

"I am sometimes. I blame it on you." Matt continued to smile. "But um, I know you can say no to me blondie. I just don't often give you reason to." Mumbling all of it against his shoulder, he planted another kiss. He liked the affection, being able to give it freely; for the moment at least. He hoped Mello didn't decide to change his mind anytime soon.

Stroking his side with his free hand, fingers of the other trailed up over his scar. "Because it's you. Part of you. I want to memorize every part of you." Turning his head, he nuzzled between his shoulders. "And I want you to know that it doesn't bother me." Tracing ridges and outlines, hs slid his hand lower, feeling along the scar before leaning over and pressing a kiss against it as well. "I like every single part of you, no matter how stupid or sappy you think that sounds."

"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.

"No, I'd rather you weren't." Scowling, he poked him in the side (gently). "If you treat me like a dick I'll start kicking you in the shin." He probably wouldn't, but he'd most likely try and beat the hell out of him until his attitude adjusted accordingly. He liked Mello and all, even if he was a dick, but Matt preferred the foul part of his personality to be directed at other people, rather than himself. Made things easier, it did.

Fingers stroked over his back, touching the expanse of his scar, traveling up and then moving down over his arms. Matt was imprinting every possible thing into his mind. What if Mello disappeared like he had? Matt had lost him too many times without being able to properly remember things about him. He wasn't going to make the same mistake. He'd already remembered the way he smelled. His face, his hands, his mouth; everything that had touched him today. Now he was moving on to everything he hadn't encountered so far.

Moving back up, once he was satisfied with the current memorization, he lowered his head close to Mello's. Closing his eyes, he whispered against his cheek, breath ticking against it. "Kiss me?"

"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.

"Yeah, I know violence turns you on, blondie." Grinning through it all, he hummed contentedly, fingers still making work of memorizing him. He often forgot how damaged Mello was; it wasn't exactly something he tried to focus on. Didn't make him any less Mello, though; in fact, it added to him. Molded him into more, developed. Matt liked him like that. Some people were too simple; Mello was anything but.

He hadn't really meant to ignore Mello's statements, his mind was just too focused on the 'what if' that was creeping across his mind almost constantly. He didn't want to think about it. Really didn't. But he had, unfortunately, not learned the voluntary action of turning off his thought process. He'd need to work on it.

Not that it mattered; it was promptly done for him when Mello started kissing him. Dropping down on the bed beside the blond, he let a hand rest on his hip, sliding up and around his back to hold him closer. Matt definitely craved affection from his counterpart, and when it was granted, it took everything Matt had not to just simply go limp and let Mello completely take over.

"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.

Matt smirked. "So I hear." He had a pretty damn good idea of what sort of violence turned Mello on. At least, he did after their little romp in the alleyway. Not that Matt was complaining. The more he could know about Mello, the better. He just wished he'd been able to find out so much sooner. At least they had an unknown amount of time in the city; they could take advantage of it, and Matt had the sneaking suspicion both of them wanted to.

Moved to his back, both of Matt's arms snuck around to hug his counterpart around the waist. He hadn't been alone as long as Mello, sure, but that didn't make his desire any less than his. Didn't make him want Mello any less. Moaning against his mouth and arching into him, hands pressed against his back, pulling him even closer. Stay with me.

"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.

Matt arched an eyebrow. "Why would I complain about something I like?" Matt wasn't normally into the soft and gentle, he preferred it the way it had been down the alleyway. Hard and eager with no planned course, just running on hormones, adrenaline, lust. He always assumed Mello would be the same way -- if their first time together had been any indication, at least -- and it was only reaffirmed after being together in the alleyway. He definitely wasn't going to complain.

He couldn't help but moan into the kiss; pressed close to Mello and feeling him, it was driving him crazy. Reaching down and hooking a hand around Mello's thigh, he tugged it a little higher before arching into him again, rocking their hips together a few times, shivering from the sensation. When the kiss was broken, he opened his eyes a little, vision hazy, grinning up at Mello. "Mmm. You know, I have no idea." Shifting a bit to make it easier, he helped to pull his shirt off, immediately moving back up to kiss Mello again.

"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.

Matt grinned. "Thought you might be." He definitely didn't mind the rougher side of sex, especially not with Mello. The blond was skilled with just about everything he did, and sex was definitely no exception to that statement. It definitely helped that they had similar taste in sexual gratification; not that they couldn't have thought of more interesting ways to get off with eachother.

Making a small whimper into the kiss, Matt wrapped his arms around Mello, dragging his nails up along Mello's back; more roughly than he had done in the alleyway. It was definitely more preferable like that, lying together in the bed and being able to move as much as they wanted to. And Matt definitely decided he wanted to move. Digging his nails into the small of Mello's back, he pressed against him a little more, breath hitching as he rubbed against him again. He could never remember being turned on so easily just by kissing someone. Mello definitely had a knack for getting Matt hot.

"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.

Snorting with amusement, Matt shook his head a little. "I'd be disappointed if you did."

Matt's breathing became more labored with each bite, ragged breaths against Mello's neck and shoulder. Nails dug in a little more as he raked them over his spine, eyes closing as he arched into the blond and his touch. God damn, Mello was good with his mouth no matter what he was doing. Whimpering quietly, free hand moved down and clutched Mello's hip, digging his nails in through the leather and tilting his head back to give more room. "God, Mello-- I-- Nnh, fuck." Yeah, coherent sentences weren't going to be his forte for a while.

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.

Matt whimpered, both arms circling Mello's waist and clinging to him as he moved over his neck and ear, breathing hard. God it was a terrible, horribly thing Mello was doing, fucking tease. And Matt couldn't help but love every single minute of it. Lips parted as he moaned, breath catching in his throat as the blond left more marks, nails digging into his back as he clung to him, trying to keep his breathing steady and failing miserably. "Mello-- God, such a fucking tease. You-- Nngh." Matt knew he shouldn't have bothered trying to talk, but he couldn't help it.

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