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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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Every one of Mello's sense was alert, sharpened by the hormones rushing through him, and all of it was focused on Matt. It wasn't easy to have the full force of Mello's nearly legendary focus directed at you, or so he'd been told, but Matt could handle it. That was why they fit together so well: Matt was strong enough to take what Mello threw at him without being run over by it, to stay himself without pushing back too hard.

He didn't miss his frustration, and little as he wanted to separate, Mello shared it. So he shifted his stance, arching his back just a bit and unfastened his belt rapidly, quite possibly faster than he ever had before, leaving it still in the belt loops but hanging open. He reached over and unbuckled Matt's for good measure; might as well save them both time. "Matt," he whispered, lips up against his ear, then lowered his head just enough to bite carefully at the lobe.

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More than grateful for Mello's assistance with the belts, he tugged the laces free rather impatiently. Breath hitched with the sound of his counterparts voice, a whimper following the bite, trying to keep enough focus with what he wanted to do, but finding it rather hard. Turning his head and nosing up over the blond's ear, he moaned into it as quietly as he could before shoving his hand down inside his pants and drawing a single finger up along his length. Giving a small whine, he brushed his fingers across his tip before reaching up with his free hand, curling his fingers in his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Matt had never felt this desperate for someone. Not for Mello. But everything was coming all at once and his senses were on high; nerves overloading with every touch. Hand splayed out against his chest as he kissed him, hard and possessive. Matt was rarely like that, but after dying and knowing he'd never see Mello again, only to have it happen, made Matt all that more addicted to him. He craved everything that Mello was giving and then some.