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Character(s): Mello (chocolatefetish) and Matt (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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"If it's such a burden, you don't have to," Mello snapped, offended by the eye-rolling. Sure, it was a kink, but hardly a horrible one. And he could live without it, even if he didn't relish the idea of the train ride at the moment. He quashed the tiny doubt that wondered if it were really that Matt didn't want to be seen with him, now that he looked like this. Surely he would have said so before, when they started kissing, wouldn't he?

But then Matt was touching him again and Mello stopped caring that he was pissed off. As long as Matt wasn't so annoyed by the idea that he changed his mind, he could live with it. Even if he bitched about it later. For the moment, he tilted his head and kissed back, reining in his impatience to keep from squirming against him. Not having a handy place to stash his gloves, he left them on, sliding leather-covered fingers under Matt's shirt and tracing just inside the waistband of his pants. "Maybe we should move, get out of traffic." An audience was fine, but the stability of a wall to lean against would be welcome, not to mention he'd rather not be run over.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

Matt frowned, Mello thought he'd been serious? Leaning down, he nuzzled gently at his counterpart's cheek, moving down to his neck. Planting a kiss just under the curve of his jaw, he stroked Mello's back gently. "Mello," his voice was quiet, even for a whisper. He had a feeling where the sudden anger came from, although it took him a minute; with or without his scar, Mello was Mello, in Matt's opinion, and whether he had it or not didn't make a hair of a differene to him. He only figured that could be the reason for the harsh tone because prior to the scarring, Mello wasn't nearly as bad about things. Matt dusted a few kisses up over his jaw to his ear. "It's not a burden, and you know it. I was only kidding, kitten, don't get upset." His hand slid up a little higher, pushing Mello even closer. "You know I think you're the sexiest person I have ever seen, and it's taking all amount of self control to not just drag you to the ground and shag you senseless on the sidewalk." Grinning, he pulled back a little to plant a kiss on the corner of the blond's mouth.

Shivering slightly when Mello's hands moved across his abdomen, he closed his eyed for a moment or two. He needed to keep calm so that he really didn't try to molest Mello right there on the sidewalk. Clearing his throat, he nodded a little. "Mm. Out of traffic would be good." He looked around, only to realize that since the city was new, he had no idea where he was going. He had to rely on Mello to lead him around again. "Anywhere specific you wanted to be?"