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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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Mello noticed that Matt was clinging just as much as he was, trying to soothe him, but he said nothing about it. He had far more urgent things on his mind at the moment and he could ask Matt about it later, if it were really that important to begin with. He'd probably just missed him; Mello hated that Matt had died never even knowing if Mello knew about it or that he regretted it. And now that he was here, it seemed pointless to apologize, though of course he had anyway.

Matt's touching was fast erasing his ability to think anyway. But Mello welcomed that; turning his mind off was often the one thing he couldn't manage to do, even when he needed the break. He whimpered, pushing his hips forward, blindly seeking Matt's hand because he didn't want to stop kissing him. Mello let his hands wander, stroking hard down Matt's sides then around to his back, slowly sliding down and caressing his ass. The gloves in the way were frustrating, but he wasn't willing to stop long enough to take them off. There would be plenty of time for that later; right now he was riding the tide of overwhelming need, all else pushed aside by its weight.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

More than appreciative for the continued silence, Matt relaxed considerably. All previous thoughts were slowly being pushed from his mind, clouded over by thoughts that could only be described as Mello. He would definitely rather not have to focus on negative things right then.

Matt couldn't help but groan at the sound Mello made, both hands working at his counterpart's belt; whining into the kiss when he couldn't get it unbuckled. Reluctant to break the kiss, he grabbed Mello's belt and used it to pull him closer, replacing them on his hips once he had the desired position. Moaning quietly when hands moved, Matt shivered; gloved or not, Mello's touch wasn't something anyone else could give him. Arms encircled Mello's waist to keep him close, shifting a little before rocking their hips together, Matt bracing himself back against the wall for support and balance.