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[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

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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[chocolatefetish.livejournal.com]

"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.

[nicotinic.livejournal.com]

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.