Matt let out a satisfied breath when Mello slid his fingers back in, keeping his thumbs rubbing over his nipples to add additional pangs of pleasure down to his groin each time his skin would grind over the hard, sensitive bud. It was only made better when Mello's fingers expertly sought out his pleasure spot, Matt's eyes closing tight and teeth digging into his bottom lip to draw fresh blood. He breathed heavily through his nose, having to actually remind himself to breathe due to how intense the pleasure was. Pre was practically oozing from his swollen, throbbing tip, glistening in the bleached light of the moon. It was the that Matt decided he was much to hot, and that simply having the black shirt Mello gave him pushed over his chest wouldn't work. Feverishly, he removed his hands from his chest to pull the shirt up and off, tossing it aside without a second thought.
His skin was still unbearably hot, but he figured there was no helping it. He'd have to live with the fact that he could feel his pulse across every inch of hiss heated body. "A.. and what are you gonna do about it? n-ngh..." Matt growled in response to being called a whore. Fuck it, why deny it? Matt was loving every minute of this. Well, until Mello slowly dug his fingers back out just as Matt was starting to feel the stirring of an oncoming orgasm in his loins. His body cooled off pretty quickly when Mello's fingers were removed, which made Matt groan in disapproval.
His skin was still throbbing from head to toe, and now his hole was aching just as bad, but for something else. Maybe nothing was biologically meant to go up his ass, but hell if his body wasn't craving it! And maybe Matt had never fucked before, but you really didn't need to have the experience to know what was going to happen next. And Matt wasn't about to fight it, because A) if he did, Mello would just find more ways to 'punish' him and B) why fight something that was sure to be amazing?
Matt shifted as Mello got into position, opening his eyes to peek up at Mello while resting his body back against the arm Mello had slid behind his shoulders. His hands lifted to Mello's sides, fingers resting over his partner's ribs. His head tilted back a little when again he felt Mello's lips against him, this time being oddly gentle. And he did try to relax. It was easier to relax now that he was expecting it, but Mello was still decently sized. Maybe he wasn't as endowed as Matt, but he was obviously the biggest Matt had ever had. So when he pressed that fat cock head against his warm, soft pucker, Matt couldn't stop the tensing and twitching of his muscles as his body naturally tried to keep out the large intrusion.
"Fu..fuck, Mello..." Matt growled, leaning up to nuzzle his freckled nose against the crook of Mello's jaw. The feel of Mello's warm skin and the sweetness of his scent was helpful in relaxing, but that didn't make the initial penetration any less painful. Luckily, Mello was feeling generously gentle right now, and seemed to know how to work it just right. Push in a little, pause when Matt grimaced or cringed, then push again, and repeat. But even Matt had to admit that it was a painfully slow process, so despite the hiss he gave when Mello impatiently thrust two more inches into him, he was glad for it.
It was his little remark that Matt found irritating, but he was too far gone to really give a shit at that moment. "Just hurry and shove it all the way in!" He growled, hands roaming up Mello's soft, warm back, feeling up the muscle that lay beneath the smooth skin. Then, when Mello pulled back and his thick head rubbed over his sweet spot (which felt 100x better than his fingers doing it), Matt let out a moan and scratched desperately at Mello's back. His body twitched, his hole clenching tight around Mello's cock and making it hard for him to push back in, even if he was thrusting harder than before.
"Aa.. ahha... fuckin'.. mm!" He scratched all the way down Mello's back, shakily lifting his mouth to Mello's own to press his lips heatedly against his own. He held the kiss for a moment, allowing the other to taste the blood on his lip again before drawing back to stare into Mellos eyes with a glazed over look, completely lost in his need to feel Mellos cock hit his sweet spot over and over again. "So, I-.. I'm your bitch? The-.. then hurry and treat me like it!" Matt panted the growl out, eager for Mello to cut the tenderness and give him a good, hard fuck that he was sure to remember forever.
The redhead was like a completely different person than the aloof gamer he was in chemistry class; scratch that, he was practically another character. Mello enjoyed this subservient, eager-to-please side to Matt as much as he liked bickering with the one that barked too often out of his ass. Even that side to him was endearing in its own troublesome way.
He had expected Matt to put up more of a fight before succumbing to him like a bitch in heat but Mello was equally satisfied and found this just as enticing, if not more. Mello glanced at Matt under the curve of his lashes, observing between lazy thrusts how the redhead's body reacted. The words that left Matt's lips were undeniably raunchy, but the way the other male held him was loving in a way, possibly even needy.
The blonde kissed him to distract him from the immediate pain of his thrusts getting rougher, his tongue shoving between rows of teeth to wrestle with Matt's in a heated battle for dominance. He loved the way his throat tingled when Matt would moan into his mouth, the faint but lingering flavor of iron still swirling on the tip of his tongue. Mello loved kissing Matt. It was steadily becoming an oral fixation, which even surprised him because he never thought he'd enjoy the taste of an ashtray as much as he did now.
He broke the kiss with a heavy pant, wanting to see Matt's gaze darken with lust and feel his warm breaths cloud his face as he fucked him into the mattress. Matt also didn't need to tell him twice to treat him like a bitch. Mello had been pacing himself for Matt's sake, but if the redhead thought he was ready for a good, hard fuck, the blonde was more than willing to provide.
Mello pulled out of him without so much as a warning, using that brief moment he was out of his ass to lubricate his cock some more. "Don't blame me if you can't walk tomorrow morning," he grunted, flipping Matt onto his stomach with surprising ease. He positioned him like some rag doll, jerking the other male's hips back to hoist his ass in the air, just where he wanted him. What better way to put a slut in his place than on all fours? Pleased with this new view, Mello grabbed two handfuls of Matt's ass cheeks and spread them wide with his thumbs like he was splitting apart a ripe peach. His hole already looked a bit tender and soft, but not nearly as abused as Mello wanted it to be by the end of their rendezvous.
He shoved Matt's head into a pillow, wanting him bent over in this humiliating position so he could align his cock with his cum-hole and spear him full again. Mello groaned at the tight fit, wasting no time in thrusting and forcing himself against the natural contractions of Matt's ass. "You should see it from my angle, how deep you're taking my cock right now. You're not a virgin, are you?" he smirked, bracing himself up with both arms. The new angle definitely allowed Mello to plow in deeper and fuck Matt hard, one hand holding onto the headboard to brace his hateful thrusts. The wood banged against the wall and the mattress creaked loudly, although those sounds were barely enough to drown the lewd noises of Mello's cock sloppily pounding Matt's virginal hole in.
If Matt wanted to be treated like his bitch, then he'd give him the whole package! Growling, Mello dug his teeth into the other male's shoulder as if to mount him down, drawing tiny pinheads of blood from how hard he bit him. It had been a while since Mello had really enjoyed a good fuck, so his orgasm was collecting a lot faster in his groin, threatening to spill if he didn't control himself.
"Tell me who you belong to, Matt," he pulled him up by a hand clasped around the column of his marked throat, his thumb poking between Matt's plush lips. He knew he was risking the chance of being bitten by an aggressive and rebellious redhead but never let it be said that Mello didn't enjoy pain! Just so Matt could remember, Mello was "generous" enough to slide in deep, rolling his hips in a way that would grind the fat tip of his cock against his prostate as it penetrated him. "Tell me whose cum you're going to take up your ass..." he licked the shell of Matt's ear, coaxing an answer out of him with a hard snap of his hips.
Likewise, Matt was pretty sure he was addicted to the taste of Mello's mouth by this point. He tasted as sweat as the pounds of chocolate he seemed to eat on a daily basis. Something that Matt had yet to ask about, but right now hardly felt like the time or place to bring up Mello's unhealthy addiction. Besides, Matt wasn't able to think of anything other than the rough pounding Mello was giving him.His cock dug in deep and hard, and Matt could feel every second of it, forcing a muffled groan that was a combination of pleasure and pain from his throat and into Mello's mouth. The redhead sucked and licked a Mellos tongue as it twisted against his own, only for the boy to grunt unhappily when the kiss was broken. Though it was hard to be upset when he was still being fucked, the look he gave Mello being glazed over in hot desire for more. He wanted more pleasure, more pain, and more of everything else in between.
So he was understandably upset when Mello momentarily pulled out, wondering what the fuck he must have done wrong this time around. Before he could manage to ask, though, Mello was grabbing his hips and flipping Matt onto his belly. All while telling Matt not t blame him if he couldn't walk in the morning, which earned a small, strained grin from Matt. "Heh... I don't mind you giving me an excuse to be lazy.." he teased, letting out a small breath as Mello pulled his ass up into the air. Matt parted his legs, his cock throbbing and pre dripping down onto the bed sheets. He felt so ready for Mello's cock, panting lustfully against the pillow like a dog in heat when Mello pinned him down and showed him just who the fuck was in control.
As ready as he felt, though, his body still screamed in pain when he was speared on Mello's hard cock once more. His eyes rolled back into his skull and fingers tugged at the sheets, destroying the bed even further. He couldn't stop the small cry that pressed out of him as Mello pressed in, but not once did Matt ask or beg for Mello to stop or slow down. Because Matt fucking LOVED the pain. It was just as good as the pleasure. The way his hole was stretched and pounded, Mello's meat filling him up in one harsh thrust.. it had Matt moaning like a fucking whore. And GOD, Mello's words~! He truly wished he could see the way his tight ass swallowed Mello's cock.
"I-It.. f. feels be..better than it l-.. looks.. nnh!!" It took a lot for him to focus on words, but he managed, getting the broken, trembling words out between ragged breaths and sharp moans. As for the virgin comment, Matt left it as that. He knew Mello knew. No need in embarrassing himself further by hearing out loud that he had been a virgin till now.
Besides, when Mello leaned forward over him, so close now that Matt could feel his breath on his neck, things started to feel more intense. Mello went deeper and harder, flesh slapping lewdly together, combating the sound of the squealing bed beneath them. Suddenly, something new happened. Matt yelped loudly when he felt Mello's teeth sink into his shoulder, his body trembling hard in a response and his cock leaking even more pre. It was a difficult feeling to explain, Mello's teeth in his skin s he drilled him from behind like a couple of rabid dogs. Matt immediately reached up and gripped a handful of Mello's hair, moaning while pulling the blonde's face more against his shoulder.
"F-fuck yes! A-ahh.. mmn! A-..Again..!!" He whimpered, vision doubling a little as the intensity nearly became too much to handle. He was very much on the edge... but he was going to be a good boy and hold on as long as he could.
"Me.. M-Mell- ooo~!!" Was his cried out answer when Mello demanded Matt tell him when he belonged to, his voice choking a little as his throat was grabbed and his back pulled up, forcing him into his elbow so his back was flush with Mello's front. Mello must have really known Matt, because the moment that thumb was in his mouth, Matt chomped down. Only until he could faintly taste copper, and that was when he started to suck and lick the appendage with hunger.
"Yours!!" He moaned hard when the other pressed in deep and started to relentlessly grind his tip against Matt's sweet spot. "O-ooh... f.. fuck.. Yes... do it..! Ah! Mello! F-fill me up! I-.. I can't go on.. longer.." Matt grunted, desperate moans breaking his sentence up.
So this was what Matt sounded like when he was writhing in pure ecstasy. Mello had never thought such filthy words could come from the same boy who had his nose pressed to the screen of his PSP everyday, nor from the boy who lied crumpled and broken in the dirt just a while ago. He liked it. It was the first time Matt sounded passionate about something.
Or, maybe it was because this was also the first time in forever that Mello felt alive, and not just because he was having sex. Having sex was brainless and meaningless all the time for Mello who had recently traded his scandalous lifestyle for more alone time. The handsomest, prettiest partners he came by were no longer exciting (not that they had really kept his interest in the first place) so Mello naturally stopped seeking sex with attractive strangers. Later on, he realized he just fucking hated people. Matt was different, though. He was tolerable at least, but there was something about him that left even Mello puzzled and vulnerable to do things he normally wouldn't do, like cooking Matt a meal in his own damn home... and actually wanting to please the redhead in bed. What the hell was wrong with him?
Mello exhaled sharply when Matt's teeth dug into the flesh of his thumb, jerking him out of his brief reverie about the boy underneath him. He shoved his thumb into Matt's mouth and pressed it against his tongue, suppressing his moans and forcing him to taste the rich iron of the blood he drew. His digit had barely stopped bleeding when he pulled it out of Matt's mouth, snaking his hand down and around the other male's neglected cock.
Matt's enticing cries brought him closer to his own release that coiled like a spring in his groin, just one more stimulus away from breaking free. He was so, so close. He squeezed his eyes shut and exhaled Matt's name under his breath, everything going fuzzy and his thrusts no longer paced, but messy and impulsive. The blonde wasn't a fan of ejaculating inside someone he only had sex with once, but this was Matt, and he was asking nicely for a change.
"Cum for me, Matt..." he groaned huskily against the shell of Matt's ear. His hand had already gone to work stroking the other male's cock between his legs, almost as if to milk the fat erection dry once he'd come. It wasn't long before he felt the familiar burst of warmth flood his sex and spread outwards, his hips stuttering to cram his dick inside Matt as spurt after spurt of his seed filled him. He seethed as it did, trembling a bit as the aftershocks emptied more into Matt, draining his tight testes dry. He was still sensitive (painfully so), but Mello still kept one hand wound around Matt's cock and fucked him through the globs of cum.
It was messy and the wet noises were raunchy and embarrassing, although the blonde loved it. He loved seeing for himself how his translucent seed dripped down Matt's inner thighs that had already been marked by his lips. He was physically drained but his spirit hadn't wavered and it was that that kept Mello pushing his half-hard cock into Matt. He wanted more. He wanted Matt.
Matt's body was a trembling mess. He could barely remember to breath, reducing him to panting and moaning. Matt couldn't say for sure what had come over him, but Mello.. he just had a thing about him. He knew what he wanted, he knew he was going to get it. Matt might despise people, but Mello was not the same as anyone he had ever met. Matt just wanted to be with him, to see how far he could go. Because if anyone could get somewhere in this world, it was Mello.
Matt knew he wasn't going to last. Regardless of if he wanted to or not, it simply wasn't possible! Mello's cock just felt so good inside of him, the blood on his tongue driving his senses wild. And to top it off, he felt Mello grab his cock and begin jerking him off. Matt cried out a little in response, his head falling forward to press the side of his face to the bed once more. If he thought that all was too much to take, though, Mello was soon groaning against his ear in that deep, sexy voice, just before exploding inside of Matt.
"Ah! Mello!" The redhead groaned, body tensing immediately as the feeling of having his ass filling with warm seed pushed him over the ledge. His hips jerked forward, grinding his cock haphazardly into Mello's hand as he reached his climax. His cum spurted out onto Mello's hand as well as the sheets below, the blonde undoubtedly feeling the way his cock twitched and ached in his hand. Likewise, he would feel the way Matt's hole tightened and clenched around him, the soft, inner flesh throbbing hard to the uneven beat of Matt's heart.
He was left reeling from what had been the most powerful orgasm he had ever had, his upper body completely deflating against the mattress while his rear end was help up solely by his trembling legs. He still felt as though he were in a daze, bis body feeling so light and tingly from the orgasm, but at the same time every inch of his skin was throbbing to his rapid heartbeat. There was also the fact that he was pretty sweaty now, his skin on fire... but it felt good. All the aches and stinging new wounds he had.. all of it was so amazing.
Still panting hard, body weak and shaky, Matt managed to finally separate their bodies. He moved forward, off of Mello's cock, groaning at the way more cum pressed from his hole and beaded down his creamy bruised thighs. He then rolled over, leaning up on his elbows to wordlessly press a firm kiss to Mello's lips. For a long moment, he staid like that, simply peering up at Mello as their lips locked. He wanted to speak, but didn't want to ruin the moment. What did people say in situations like this...? No words could possibly tell Mello had amazing it had been for him.
Instead, Matt just wrapped his arms around Mello's slender waist and pulled his body flush against his own, pulling back from the kiss with a crooked, genuine little smile as his own body rested back against the bed. He was still panting hard, hiss face flushed a vibrant pink that contrasted against his pale green eyes. But he didn't care, because Mello was fucking perfect, in all of his fucked up and twisted ways.
"If you're not more careful.. I might grow addicted to you, ya know.." He chuckled, grinning softly towards the end of his sentence. It was a lie, though, because Matt already was addicted.
Feeling Matt orgasm around his half-hard erection felt like experiencing another mind-blowing round of euphoria, one that was admittedly more explicit than the first. He was painfully sensitive in this state so every little movement the redhead made after his initial release caused him to twitch and tense.
When he pulled out, he shivered, his hands bracing Matt's hips so his overstimulated dick wouldn't pull out so quickly from its warm sheath. When he was out, though, he couldn't help but want to cram himself back in, the lascivious sight of his cum dribbling out of Matt's used pucker drawing a faint moan from his lips. It was such a waste to see his seed so purposefully emptied inside of Matt now pushing out of his loosened sphincter. He scooped the translucent globs of cum with his fingers and gingerly nudged it back inside of Matt again.
Now that they had fucked, what was there left to do? Mello was familiar, more like comfortable, with one night stands which required no lovey-dovey followup to a messy, hard fuck. One hundred percent of the time, either he or his partner left, but Matt was still here, and Mello didn't even have half the heart nor the will to part from someone who looked at him like he was everything. It even felt... nice to be kissed and held this way, although the blonde already hated the idea of ever admitting to such weak sentiments. The words "cuddling" and "Mello" were simply never used together in one sentence.
He rested against him for a second or two, his guard falling hopelessly to the toned, secure arms that held him up despite that, and his weight falling heavily against Matt like they were melding into one. The blonde rested his cheek against the redhead's shoulder for a while, saying nothing, although he felt like nothing needed to be said. Or, maybe, he just didn't know what to say in this situation that was appropriate or even witty. It was also the first time Mello had been at a loss for words.
After what felt like forever before Matt spoke, Mello rolled onto his side and tugged up his silk boxers. "You can do whatever you want," Mello replied curtly despite the warmth he felt bubbling in his chest. "Although being addicted to me sounds like a better alternative to smoking those cheap cigarettes."
Even thinking about the stench of charred tar and nicotine compelled Mello to think about the chocolate bar in his bedside drawer, waiting for him to treat his taste buds before bed. But he had just brushed his teeth and Mello secretly liked the taste of Matt's lips lingering on his. Just a little.
"You're still sleeping on the couch," the blue-eyed blonde reminded Matt warily, grumbling softly when he saw the boy sprawled out and relaxed on his sheets.
Matt's face turned into a slight pout when Mello so bluntly told him that he was still going to have to sleep on the couch, his brow furrowing and lips pursing just a little. "You serious?" He grumbled, pulling Mello's thin body tighter against his own as he leaned up to pepper the side of the blonde's neck in light kisses. The couch wasn't uncomfortable... Matt just liked the idea of having Mello's soft, warm body to sleep with. Plus he was a lazy ass motherfucker who just didn't wanna have to put forth the energy to GET UP. Especially after the treatment Mello just gave his poor little behind...
Suddenly, though, a realization dawned on Matt. Mello's bed was a complete mess! Smirking slowly, Matt pulled back from the blonde's neck and grinned up at him. "Ah.. well... at least that couch isn't covered in cum and sweat~" He teased, giving Mello one last little playful peck on he lips before drawing back and rolling the other off of him. Such a task was not done easily, of course. His body was already feeling so sore and stiff, his abused rear end aching and throbbing deep inside.. Matt shuttered, but sucked the pain up as he threw his legs over the side of the bed, staggered to his feet, and pulled the sweats back up with a tender little hiss.
"You weren't kidding, were you? I really don't know if I'm gonna be able to walk straight tomorrow." He headed towards the door as he spoke, well.. more of waddled a little. It wasn't just his ass that was tore up. His whole body was protesting the very THOUGHT of movement, but he managed. And, when he finally did reach the door, he turned to give Mello a playful little smile.
"You know.. if you decide you're too tired to clean up your bed, and don't want to sleep in body fluids.. you're free to come snuggle with me." He grinned, suppressing a little laugh. Mello? Snuggling? More like he'd be pushing Matt off the couch and claiming it for himself. Still.. the offer was genuine.
He left it at that and headed into the bathroom, using a wet rag to quickly clean himself up a little. After all, even Matt had standards, and waking up covered in dry semen didn't sound sexy at all. So he washed it all away as quickly as he could, all without looking in the mirror. Tomorrow, he was in for quite the surprise. His whole neck was covered in hickeys, as were various other parts of his body, his bottom lip was slightly swollen from Mello's bite, and he had a few bite marks across the rest of his body as well. Not to mention the bruises that marked his thighs..
Unaware of all of that, though, Matt wondered back over to the couched and, slowly, eased himself down beneath the covers. Even with all the aches and pains, Matt felt oddly content. Like he was.. happy. For the first time in who knew how long, Matt was genuinely at ease, completely comfortable with where he was and what he and Mello had done. It was that comfort that allowed him to fall asleep relatively quickly, even with the discomforts.
If Matt thought that Mello would give two shits about his soiled sheets to snuggle with him on a couch of all things, he was dead wrong. Sure, the musk and salt that wafted from the damp sheets caused the blonde to turn his nose heavenwards in disgust, but he quickly replaced his duvets with a new set tucked into the storage compartment of his wardrobe. The pillows, fortunately, were salvageable despite reeking a bit of sweat but it wasn't a mild inconvenience Mello couldn't avoid by sleeping without a pillow for just one night.
He laid just one clean sheet on the mattress and rolled himself onto it, admittedly a bit exhausted after going all out on Matt. Matt. The realization that he had just fucked one of his classmates sunk in shortly after the aforementioned boy tucked tail and left his bedroom. How had things come to this point? How had his relationship with the redhead transpired to them fucking like animals just minutes ago, now with Matt sleeping soundly on his living room couch? 'You fucked up, Mello,' he chastised himself. 'Should have just let his deranged dad kill him.'
Should have. Mello hardly followed whatever he "should have" done, though.
Mello slept without a blanket and pillows that evening because it was stifling hot in the room after sex, and he woke up the next morning at five thirty in the morning for school. He took a steaming hot shower to rinse off whatever dirt, salt, and grime might have piled onto him from the previous night and his passionate rendezvous with Matt, taking just a few more minutes to really scrub himself clean. Then, he dressed into his usual attire of a pair of black leather pants.
He had almost forgotten about Matt snoozing on his couch when he walked out to the kitchen topless. "Idiot," he mumbled to himself at the pathetic, but annoyingly endearing sight of the redhead sprawled out like a dog on his furniture. He really did make a convincing mutt, even looked like one with his shaggy hair that morning.
The sky was still a midnight blue and the apartment dim when Mello prepared his... their breakfast. He didn't cook anything extravagant, just a simple set of smoked finger-sized sausages, egg-drop soup, and pieces of toast to provide whatever nutrients Mello lacked from binge-eating on chocolates all the time. When their lacking, but warm meal was finished and ready on the table, Mello grabbed his backpack and dropped it on Matt's unsuspecting head. "Oi," he muttered. "Get up and take a shower, quick. You're filthy."
As long as Matt lived under his roof and ate his cooking, he expected his house rules to be followed obediently.
When Mello woke up, he'd find Matt laying face down on the couch. The pillow had been discarded in all of Matt's nighttime twisting and squirming, and his right arm and hanging off of the couch lazily. His red hair was a total mess still, but really, Matt couldn't care less about appearances. Especially when he was asleep. He could have continued to sleep like that for hours... if not for Mello ruining his rest by dropping the backpack onto his head. Matt was pretty used to being woken up from his by violence. In fact, it was the norm. He just wasn't yet used to Mello being the one waking him up... in fact, in the shock of jolting awake so suddenly, he kind of forget he was even AT Mello's house and jumped, ready for a fight.
Only, he was extremely sore. He sat upright.. and immediately regretted it. Hissing in pain, he bit down on his busted bottom lip and glanced up at Mello, eye twitching a little as the blonde so boldly told him what to do after such a rude awakening. He would have been pretty irritated... but he could smell the food, and Matt was easily swayed with food. He was pretty starved after spending so much every last night-... er.. right... last night.
Grumbling a little, he glanced up at the ceiling as Mello rambled about how Matt was filthy, his thoughts going back to their actions the night before. Immediately, he found himself blushing, his freckled nose crinkling a little when he thought about how Mello had totally and completely owned him in bed. It was.. embarrassing. Fucking Mello! He had been begging for Matt to fuck him, and then the tables somehow got turned. N-not that it felt bad, but.. well... right now it hurt of course, but during the actual act, it felt good. That wasn't the point though!
Huffing, Matt shoved the blankets aside and pulled his goggles up and on before staggering to his feet while suppressing a grunt. "Tch.. you know... I LET you do all that stuff last night! Sooo.. so don't go thinking you're hot shit. I don't like being told what to do, ya know.." He growled, glancing towards where the food was and giving the air a good few sniffs. It smelt good... but a shower sounded good, too, so he decided to go ahead and get that done with. But only because he WANTED to, of course!
When he was in the bathroom he at first didn't notice anything weird. He just yawned, wincing as he took off the saggy shirt and tossed it haphazardly to the side. That off, he turned towards the mirror, gazed his body one glance.. and froze. His eyes glanced slowly over his creamy, freckled torso.. covered in bite marks and hickeys. He knew Mello had bitten him a few times, but not hard enough to leave such obvious marks!! On top of that, he knew Mello had kissed his neck, b-but-!
"You asshole!!" Matt yelled from the bathroom, shrugging off the pain it caused him to move as he all but stormed from the bathroom and into the kitchen with Mello. With his shirt off, Mello would be able to see all of the marks he had left on Matt's body. Matt was blushing furiously, having never had a hickey in his life.. and now his neck was riddled in them. How was he supposed to hide them from the annoying jackasses at school?!
"Look what you did! H-.. How long does it take these things to go away?! How do you expect me to cover this shit up??" He paced in front of Mello, not at all looking forward to being stared at all day with rumor being spread that Matt was Mello's bitch. Even.. if that was kinda true.
Well, wasn't Matt being conveniently complacent today?
Mello had honestly expected more of a verbal spat before the redhead would begrudgingly drag himself to the restroom, but the blonde was almost thankful that all it took were just a few words on his part. He would be grateful for a hot shower, Mello proudly thought, since the heat would uncoil most of the aches and pains Matt was probably feeling now. He paid no extra attention to Matt's undeserving boasts, taking a seat at the dining table to start his breakfast first. The master always ate first, after all, and if Matt wanted to be treated as Mello's equal, he needed to be a lot less whiny.
Mello did smirk, however, when he heard the ruckus in the restroom, knowing exactly why Matt was furious. Furious at him. For someone who was practically begging to be marked the night before, Matt was awfully opposed to the sight of the hickeys Mello had generously peppered over his skin. Not surprisingly, though. Mello had expected more or less of an over-dramatic reaction the following morning from Matt, although this... this was too priceless of one for Mello not to smile.
He concealed it perfectly behind the spoonful of soup he held to his lips when Matt stormed out of the restroom looking enraged and out for blood. Mello, on the other hand, was completely indifferent, maybe even amused to a certain degree that Matt would also find humiliating. "A week, maybe two," the blonde answered him curtly. He had a feeling his brutally honest answer to that question wouldn't be taken with an ounce of appreciation or relief, though. "Why do you care? If I remember correctly, you were the one who wanted them last night." Another amused simper curled on his lips.
Now that Mello had a closer look at the blemishes he'd made on the other male's skin, a sense of pride swelled in his chest at how roughly he'd created them. They weren't pink nor red but different shades of purple and green, some outlined with a deep, striking crimson that bled outwards into rosy patches of skin. Maybe these wouldn't go away so quickly. "You could lie to everyone, tell them you fucked a cheerleader," he suggested with a bored shrug, instantly amused by the idea of some reclusive nerd like Matt claiming he had a shot with one of their more popular classmates. That would be embarrassing. But, the point was that Matt didn't have to worry about what everyone else thought if their peers wouldn't assume the worst. Who would expect Mello of all people to fuck someone he detested, like Matt?
"Don't get your panties in a bunch," Mello scowled, sipping on his morning hot chocolate. "You're giving me a headache." Certainly, keeping Matt under his roof had proved to be louder and more troublesome than he had initially thought.
The blonde crossed his legs underneath the table and ate his meal nonchalantly, occasionally glancing up to see if Matt would abandon his temper tantrum for food. "You want me to make another one?"
"Two fucking weeks??" Matt groaned, his embarrassed blush spreading a little, only for it to grow redder when Mello teased him about how he was the one who had 'wanted' the marks last night. He quickly snapped a glare over to Mello and let out another small 'tch!'. "You dick.." He muttered under his breath. Matt didn't care about the hickeys and bites on his shoulders and thighs, because those were easily hidden.
Sighing deeply, Matt rubbed the back of his head and leaned back a little. Well... this couldn't really be helped. He was still perfectly pissed off at Mello, but the marks were there, and Matt didn't have the option to just hide away for two weeks. Still.. he was wishing he had at least given Mello a few obvious marks as well.
He visibly cringed when Mello brought up the cheerleader thing, giving the blonde a look that asked 'are you serious?!'. No one would believe that far fetched tale, and besides. Matt was disgusted by the thought of being with one of those dimwitted, loose sluts... some were physically appealing, but mentally dull.
"Just shut up and eat your stupid food," The redhead pouted when Mello joked about giving him another one, flashing him a 'loving' middle finger before storming back into the bathroom to take his shower. His pouty, grumpy shower. Which actually felt very good and helped him to unwind quite a bit, actually. His body was able to relax, tense muscles melting beneath the heated water. Sighing heavily, he melted against the wall and just stood there for a while, just enjoying the heat until the water started to feel colder. Only then did he decide to wash himself quickly, yet thoroughly.
Clean now, he stepped out, dried off in a half-ass manner, and slipped back into the sweats. He left the shirt abandoned on the ground, instead heading back out feeling much more awake, less in-pain, and in a slightly better mood. Though.. he couldn't stop the little child-like glare that formed in his eyes when he saw Mello's face again. It would take a little bit for him to fully get over his annoyance at the hickeys...
"..." Silently at first, he sat down at the table and took his breakfast. However, as soon as he started to eat, his silent rage seemed to melt away in place of joy. Humming in approval at the taste, he dug right in, again eating without a care in the world for manners. Maybe to Mello it was a simple meal, but to Matt, it was great. It was hard for him to stay ad when the semi-warm food slithered down his throat to fill his hungry belly!
"Mm.. I guess I forgive you~!" He chimed, grinning his trademark grin between bites of toast. He knew Mello would say something like 'I couldn't care less if you forgive me', but deep down he knew Mello cared~ Hehe... well.. maybe he didn't REALLY care, but.. whatever. He cared enough to make Matt some breakfast, right?
Once Matt had simmered down and retreated to the restroom in defeat, Mello enjoyed the brief period of peace to finish his breakfast, treating himself to a chocolate bar after his meal. He also had to remind himself to grab more groceries on his way back from school, especially if Matt decided to stay with him and give Mello an extra stomach to feed. Mello, however, wasn't offering the redhead free shelter and food out of the kindness of his heart. He wanted Matt to work for his share, and what better way to prove his worth than join his one-man gang?
The blonde hadn't told anybody yet of his grand scheme to operate his own organization simply because of his lack of trust in those around him. They would only get in the way, but Matt was different in the sense that he... had potential. Potential that was wasted by the redhead's lack of ambition and general lazy outlook on life. If Mello gave Matt a sense of purpose, would he be useful to him? Mello had nothing to lose, anyway. As promising as Matt's role would be in his initial plan for one, he was also disposable and wouldn't make a detrimental blow to his plot if Mello decided against using him. Well, perhaps using him was too callous of a phrase.
He casually reminded himself to ask Matt of this generous offer, but he was still stumped as to how he would bring it up. It wasn't a subject one would casually mention while eating breakfast, after all.
As expected, Matt had returned to his usual playful self after scarfing some food down and Mello lowered his brows in indifference at the other male's remark. "I wasn't aware that I needed to be forgiven," he commented dryly, snapping off a block of his chocolate bar while he waited for Matt to finish eating.
After a pause, Mello spoke. "Matt," he called the other male's name with all the intent of telling him everything that he did and who he was that the entire population of the school didn't know. He was prepared to inform him of a cruel world that he felt the obligation to fix and then invite Matt into it with nothing but the reason that it just felt... right that the redhead join him as his accomplice. But, as soon as he gazed upon that happy-go-lucky expression on Matt's face and realized he was sinking his feet far too deep in quicksand, he swallowed his words.
What the hell was he thinking? After years of planning an independent move, he was finally albeit cautiously willing to welcome another person into his life? Hadn't his experience of being at the mercy of traitors taught him that people weren't to be trusted?
Matt was just a guy. A guy who just happened to be the brightest in his class. A guy who had somehow convinced Mello that... maybe not everybody was so terrible. Or stupid.
"We're going to be late for class," he sighed, his bugged expression clearly giving away the fact that being punctual wasn't his greatest concern at the moment. He stood and picked up his backpack from the couch, intending to leave Matt behind if he didn't hurry.
Mello had just eaten breakfast.. and now he was eating a candy bar? Come to think of it, Mello ate a LOT of chocolate. Not that it was Matt's business as to why, but Matt rarely kept his nose to himself when something interested him. And everything about Mello seemed to pique the redhead's interest, so there was really no helping it. He was full and ready to start snooping around and teasing the blonde about his addiction, but before he could even finish his meal, Mello was grabbing hit attention by saying his name.
Curiously, Matt's brow arched and his head lifted to stare across the table at Mello from beneath his goggles. Something was up. Mello wouldn't just say Matt's name if he didn't have something of at least mild importance to say... but the blonde seemed to be debating on whether to say what was on his mind or not. Pursing his lips a little in confusion, the redhead slowly lifted his hands and tugged his goggles back down so Mello could see his eyes. He figured he owed Mello that much.. the right to look him in the eyes when he spoke to him.
It was really weird to him that he trusted Mello so much, but.. he just did. He was the only person whom he had ever felt close to. The only person whom Matt had ever allowed into his mind, and he was stuck there, like it or not. But why did Matt get the feeling that the feeling was far from mutual? Mello let him into is house, fed him his food, but that didn't mean he had any reason to think much of Matt. Sighing, the boy lifted his hand and rubbed the back of his head, glancing momentarily to the table and smirking a little to himself when he realized he himself might just have been too easily swayed by Mello. Ah, well.. what was he supposed to do? Where other people were intimidated by Mello, Matt couldn't help but he allured.
But when Mello sighed about how they were going to be late for class, Matt knew he couldn't leave it at that. OBVIOUSLY, that wasn't what Mello was WANTING to say to him.
"Since when do you care about being late?" Matt blurted, strumming his fingers over the surface of the table and glaring lightly into the back of Mello's head. He sat there a moment and watched as the blonde grabbed his backpack, only to sigh and roll is eyes at the realization that Mello wasn't going to willingly stop for a conversation. Shoving away from the table, Matt lumbered to his feet and easily caught up with Mello before he reached the front door. Reaching out, Matt grabbed the back of Mello's shirt and gave him a tug backwards, fully expecting the other to retaliate. But he could deal with a fight if Mello decided this was worth putting up one.
Though to avoid a sharp elbow to the gut or a punch to the face if Mello did swing at him, Matt shifted back on his feet and folded his arms lazily behind his head, those bright green eyes of his peering down into Mello with genuine curiosity.. and... maybe a hint of concern, too.
"If you have something on your mind, you should say it." He stated, squinting his eyes a little as if trying to read the other's thoughts. If only, right? Sighing, Matt melted a little and then gave the other a little smile. Jeez, it was so straining to act all serious. Even so. He had no intention of going to school until Mello told him what was up, or at least came up with something more interesting than them possibly being late.
"Remember when you said that I don't have to hide from you..?" Matt's fingers lightly grazed over the edge of his goggled, smile growing a touch more genuine. "Well, asshole, that's a two way street. I'm a pretty good listener, believe it or not. I can't force you to tell me about you, or anything. But, uh.. " Matt bit his bottom lip and leaned back on the balls of his feel, tucking his arms back behind his head.
He couldn't really explain to Mello how he felt. He definitely wasn't about to confess his love or anything like that, because what he felt, he wasn't sure was love. But he felt a really strange attachment to Mello. Like.. he could follow the other straight down into the pits of hell and be happy. It was a loyalty he had never felt before. A.. .. friendship maybe... ah but that was way to sappy of a word to use. 'Friend'. No, what he and Mello had shared last night gave Matt a feeling much stronger than something as weak as friendship.
Of course, Mello couldn't count on Matt to ignore his curiosity.
The blonde lost his footing with the tug to the collar of his shirt and stumbled backwards, regaining balance in the nick of time to keep him from landing on the floor. His reflexes begged to slam his elbow into Matt's nose for that rude method of grabbing his attention as Mello was sure a gentle tap on the shoulder would have sufficed. "My attendance is none of your business, so if you're willing to be late, by all means go ahead," Mello snorted. It was silly, but the blonde was actually sensitive about his attendance record and cared more than he seemed to. He wasn't a slacker like Matt, who only breezed through classes at his own time and convenience. No, Mello was an actual honor student in both his show of effort and talent.
But, Matt didn't have to know to what extent he was a nerd. The more the redhead annoyingly pressed him for answers, the blonde felt more inclined to keep his silly invitation a secret forever. He sighed, lost in those meadow-green eyes for a split second and thinking how nicely Matt's face was framed without those stupid goggles. It was sometimes difficult to acknowledge the fact that Matt with and without goggles were just two sides of the same coin.
Mello chewed on the inside of his cheek as if he was gnawing on the very secret he refused to spill from his lips. "You don't have to hide from me because it's a wasted effort on your part," he turned away with a slight scowl. "You're easy to figure out." Now, he knew Matt was rambling, and it amused him because he often didn't see this side to the reclusive redhead who had his arms and legs tucked into the two-by-two space of his desk. The real Matt, Mello had learned, was talkative (sometimes irritatingly so) and really, really went the extra mile to earn Mello's favor. Why? The blonde wasn't so sure, but the other male's constant and endearing show of affection definitely had an effect in thawing Mello's frozen heart.
But why? Why Matt of all people? Despite being so simple-minded to the point where Mello actually thought he was a living paradox, Matt had managed to tangle his heartstrings without so much as smiling or behaving like an absolute idiot. The more Mello thought about it, who Matt was to someone like him, the more flustered he became.
Eventually, the heat rose to the apples of his cheeks, dying them a strawberry-red that instantly brought out the contrasting blues in his eyes. Fuck! "Who said I'm going to tell you anything?" he blurted out angrily, his defense mechanism kicking in far too early in the scuffle for it to be seen as normal. Now, he was just trying to justify the blush on his cheeks by panicking in the only way he knew how. "Don't get ahead of yourself!" Because who did Matt think he was, trying to figure him out?
The more he thought about how much Matt actually meant to him, the angrier he felt, and he knew his rage wasn't justified in the slightest bit. It just felt better and safer venting it out this way. He stuffed the last bite of chocolate in his mouth and shoved past Matt to head outside, not even bothering to wait for the redhead to catch up.
Matt was taken a little aback when Mello coldly blurted out that Matt was just easy to figure out.. and that was the only reason he bothered to tell Matt he didn't need to 'hide' from him. He felt a small twist in his gut and, instinctively, he pulled the goggles back up into place. Of course, he was quick to force a little smile onto his lips, hoping not to be so 'easy' to show that Mello's calloused words had actually gotten to him for once. Maybe Mello was just talking like this because he was defensive and didn't want Matt to get close to him.. or maybe he really just didn't feel anything close to what Matt felt for him. Whatever the case, it.. was obvious that Matt couldn't force Mello into saying anything he didn't want to say. Because Mello did not trust him, and.. weirdly... that realization stung more than it should have.
And at the same time it made Matt feel like a total dope for 'wearing his heart on his sleeve', in a sense. Well.. whatever the case... he felt much better once the goggles were on. His heart, which had been racing and twisting, was able to calm and slow down, and his sense of vulnerability was washed away. Like this, he felt protected again.
"'Don't get your panties in a wad'." Matt repeated curtly when Mello got defensive and outraged, shrugging his shoulders and turning away as Mello stormed out the door. He wouldn't case him. Not that he could if he wanted to - he was still wearing just the sweat pants. Walking to school without a shirt and shoes sounded like it would be a pain...
Matt wouldn't show up to their first period class, as he decided to go ahead and wash his jeans at the very least. He and Mello were close in size, but Mello was more slender so his pants would be tighter on him should he try and steal a pair of his pants. Plus, his pants were kinda all leather, and Matt didn't find the idea of wearing leather pants to be appealing. They looked great on Mello, but on him? Nah. He preferred his jeans.
So, when third period came around, Matt would finally arrive at school. Late, but hey, unlike Mello, he didn't care about that kind of thing. And.. just as he feared... once the other students saw his neck, they started to snicker and gossip. Irritated, he pulled at the loose collar to the black t-shirt he wore to try and cover the marks a little (a shirt he had borrowed from Mello's closet), but it as too late. Mello and Matt might not have had the same third period, so Mello wouldn't physically know Matt was at school until their last period class. But he would have likely heard all the gossip around him about the nerdy kid Matt and how he had mysterious hickeys.
Who would want to kiss Matt? No one at school, obviously, as Matt never talked to anyone. Ever. So rumors were being spread that it had to be someone outside of school. Matt's markings brought up many questions.. but no one was brave enough to ask the redhead face-to-face. Last time someone tried to tease Matt, the redhead not only laid the guy down, but.. well... bad things happened. No one could link the mishaps to Matt, but it only made sense.
And, the more the day went on, the less Matt cared about the stares and whispers. His thoughts were stuck on that dumb MELLO. What was he trying so hard to hide..?! And how was Matt going to get the answers he wanted?!
Huffing, Matt made his way to their last period class when the bell rang out. He wasn't sure what to do at this point, honestly, his emotions feeling totally messed up. But he figured he'd just let things play out... what else could he do?
He tried not to think of Matt on his way to school, knowing that losing his temper over something so trivial would sour his mood for the rest of the day. At least he was going to school. Sometimes, the lectures were interesting and provided just enough of a distraction for Mello to detach himself from his personal problems, although he had very few. He was relieved that the mindless problem-solving he breezed through were of some help until sixth period came along. It was, unfortunately, the only class he shared with Matt.
By then, his rage had simmered but Mello was still very much on edge with Matt sitting just a few seats across and his peers chattering the redhead's name like a mantra. Matt this, Matt that. Matt certainly owed his sudden popularity to Mello, didn't he? He scoffed under his breath as speculations flew about the classroom as to who Matt's mystery lover might be. Their peers created a fiery debate over this pointless gossip, and came to the conclusion that Matt's secret girlfriend couldn't possibly be from this school. Girlfriend? Well, now, Mello didn't know whether to feel offended or not...
The blonde glanced over, instantly noticing how Matt looked... different without his striped shirt, and the new look threw Mello off guard for a second or two. The fucker was wearing his shirt! He couldn't communicate how furious he was with him, though; not with the overwhelming amount of attention that their classmates were focusing on the redhead. That was a mess he wouldn't touch with a ten feet pole.
Mello cleared his throat and sat down, kicking his long legs out to rest on the book bin underneath the desk in front of his. He was just getting comfortable, fishing out notebooks and the chemistry textbook onto his desk when he noticed something odd in the slot underneath his desk. It was a present. Not just any present but a chocolate bar wrapped in a red velveteen bow, the message attached specifically addressed to him. Mello knew he didn't hide his obsession with chocolate but who had noticed and cared enough to leave a gift like this?
"To Mello..." he read the heart-shaped note to himself, mentally noting that the handwriting was a female's. "Something sweet for someone sweet... From, your admirer." What the fuck? Whomever had left this present here undeniably had a skewed sense of humor to think that someone as callous as Mello was sweet of all things. Sure, Mello had received quite a few cat calls from male upperclassmen who thought he was a girl at first, but never had he gotten a love-gram from a woman who thought he was as saccharine as the treat she had offered.
Well, it was free chocolate. Mello slid the candy to the corner of his desk, ignoring the wild hoots of his classmates who nosily asked who it was from. Honestly, Mello couldn't care less who it could be, so he didn't make the extra effort to pry at who might have snuck into their classroom to deliver the anonymous gift.
All he cared about was the fact that he had one more period left before he could go home and do something productive with the rest of his Friday afternoon. He leaned his cheek on an open palm and nibbled on the rubber eraser of his pencil as he waited for class to start, bored already.
Matt lumbered into glass and immediately shot Mello a light glare. Not that Mello would pick up on the look thanks to his goggles, but it was the thought that counted. He badly wanted to grab Mello's shoulders and shake the words he wanted to hear out of him! It had been on the redhead's mind all day, and he couldn't wrap his head around what it could be that Mello wanted to say. Which as annoying because there was very little in this world that could stump him. Sighing through his nose, he began to just tear his gaze off of Mello and head into the room.. when he noticed something on the other male's desk. It was chocolate, which wasn't even the least bit surprising considering how weirdly addicted Mello was to the stuff. But what caught Matt's attention was the fact that it was tied with a bright red ribbon, and had a little tag on it.
It.. It was a gift?
Matt's hands twitched along with his brow when that realization dawned on him, eyes widening for a fraction of a second before narrowing harshly. His hands would ball into fists, and he'd do his best to unball them and relax. It was just a gift. So what. Someone had a crush on Mello... on his Mello. Who the fuck did they think they were, being so bold as to give Mello a gift? Tch.. Mello wouldn't likely care, Matt's rational side assured him, but... the idea of someone else doing something for Mello that made him happy... it didn't sit well in Matt's stomach. He had to nip this in the bud. Whoever this person was... Matt was going to find out who they were. Then... then he was going to.. do something, dammit.
Growling under his breath, Matt unclenched his fists and walked directly over to Mello's desk. The look on his face was different than usual. He wasn't carefree or smiling. Hell, he wasn't even looking at Mello. His gaze was fixated on the candy bar, and, in a mere swoop of is hand, he had snatched the thing up and lifted it up to read the note.
"How desperate," He muttered, his voice strained and hardly audible. Was he being rational? No. But did he care? Nope. Without listening to a word Mello said, assuming he would protest his candy being jacked, Matt snarled a little and ripped the candy bar open. Then.. he took a nice, big bite out of it. His reasoning? Well, if the person who gave Mello the candy was in this room, they'd likely be watching Mello for his reaction to their gift. Only for their hopes to be dashed when all of their hard work was wasted by Matt eating the candy right then and there.
And he didn't stop with one bite. He ate quite a bit of it, just to prove a point, while he headed towards the trash can. Then, after downing half the bar, he threw it into the trash, glared around the room.. and left.
The room was silent for a moment, but finally, a few kids started to jest among each other that Matt had finally gone crazy. He had a goal, though. He was going to the security office. He knew, for a fact, that the security officer on campus was never in his office. He was always kicking it with the janitor in the teacher's lounge, or he would be wondering around school grounds. That meant that the security cameras were at Matt's mercy.. and he had every intention to check and see who the hell had left the little surprise for Mello.
As he made his way down the hallway, though, he couldn't help but feel he had done Mello a favor. That chocolate had tasted really fucking weird. Like chemicals or something. Shrugging that off, though, he just ignored the weird taste and twisting in his gut for the moment. Screw class, he had work to do. Once he had this person's face, it as over. He could easily run a face scan, find out their name, and deal with it from there.
Little did he know, the 'secret admirer' was definitely not a student here... nor were they an 'admirer' of Mello at all.
Honestly, the chocolate bar and his so-called secret admirer hadn't crossed his mind since he left the gift on the corner of his desk. It didn't concern him at all who it was, although it seemed to be in everyone else's interests at the time and even more so when Matt unexpectedly snatched the chocolate from his desk.
What the fuck? What had gotten into the idiot? Mello blinked a few times in an incredulous stupor, registering only a few seconds after the fact that Matt had literally ate his candy bar to prove some kind of point. Did he do it out of spite, to somehow piss Mello off after their morning tiff? Or was he actually this hotheaded and dumb to try and establish dominance over him by taking his present like a bully? The blonde was honestly confused as to what Matt's motive had been to act the way he did and jealousy hadn't even crossed his mind until some kid in the crowd pointed out the possibility. Now, the rumor that Matt liked Mello was spreading like wildfire in the classroom, then two and two eventually pieced together to create the perfect share of gossip for their peers.
Even Matt's childish stunt didn't deter Mello's composure in the face of public scrutiny; in fact, he was rather indifferent about the entire act until he felt a strange feeling of doubt coiling in his gut. Mello simply had too many enemies for even the simplest love-gram to be taken without an ounce of wariness. Before the teacher entered the classroom, the blonde rummaged through the trash for the discarded chocolate and sniffed it. Poison. The chemical stench was undeniably clear now that a chunk of it had been bitten off and the familiar memory of having accidentally consumed rat poison came flooding back.
Matt!
In a second, his heart nearly lurched out of his chest as he belatedly remembered what the idiotic redhead had done in his needless show of pride. He hauled his backpack over one shoulder and raced out of the classroom, shoving past bewildered and unfamiliar faces for a head of cinnamon-red that stuck out like a sore thumb.
This was definitely not good. If Mello's assumptions were true and a desperate member of a rival gang had left that present, he had no doubts that the poison would be potent enough to kill. Rat poison wouldn't be enough to settle an ongoing dispute between rival gangs, so he knew that his enemy would have invested in more dangerous drugs to assassinate the blonde. And Matt had eaten it like the fucking idiot he was. While his hissy fit had saved Mello from an emergency situation, now he felt sick himself knowing that Matt had been poisoned in his stead.
He found Matt at the end of the hallway and whisked him around, quickly noting his paled face now that the poison was slowly working into his digestive tract and spreading outwards. "Matt," he said. "You gotta go to the nurse's office. You ate poison."
But he had already started dragging Matt by the wrist to the nurse's, hoping that their shitty high school had some sort of medication to help Matt vomit at least some of the poison before it would get completely absorbed into his stomach lining.
Initially, Matt had stormed out of the room feeling nothing but a silent rage. But by the time he was down the hallway, though, he felt like toppling over. Sheesh.. maybe the chocolate had been bad? Or maybe he just ate too much at once? He didn't eat many sweets, so it would make sense. Groaning, Matt decided to take a little breather when he was a few feet from the security office, clutching his churning stomach with one hand and placing the other on the wall for support. He was feeling a little queasy now, too.. great. Gritting his teeth, he pushed off the wall and took a few steps forward, reaching out for the security office door and then-
Matt.
Matt blinked when he heard the familiar voice of none other than his blonde tyrant, turning back to stare at the other with a look of confusion. Before Mello had even finish his sentence, he was grabbing Matt's wrist and dragging him back down the hallway. "U-uh.. Mello..?" Matt stammered, looking around at all the eyes glued to them. He had no idea what he looked like, and for a second, he couldn't even process what Mello had just said. But when it hit him, he wasn't really sure he believed it.
"Poison-..nng.." Matt faltered, gagging a little at the end of his sentence when his stomach suddenly twisted. The redhead shuttered, eyes squinting a little when that disgusting, sickly feeling tingled through his gut and in his mouth. It was that feeling you got when you knew you were going to throw up. When your mouth salivates and stomach flips, covering your skin in unpleasant goosebumps.
In one sense, Matt was relieved. This meant Mello didn't have some secret admirer that Matt had to eliminate. On that same note, though, this was worse than that...
"S-.. Someone tried to fucking kill you..." The redhead managed to growl the words out, biting back the strong urge to spew all over the hallway. In that moment, he felt more angry then he did ill. Someone had gone out of their way to try and poison Mello! If they didn't address that immediately, who knew what the next attempt would be? It likely wasn't going to be as lowkey as a poisoning.
Gnashing his teeth, Matt turned around, pulling back against Mello's own force to try and get to the surveillance room. Screw the fucking nurse. What was she gonna do? They didn't have antidotes at school, and he was capable of vomiting on his own. But that wasn't his top priority.
"I'm gonna find out who they are.. I'm gonna hunt them down..." Matt snarled under his breath, only Mello being close enough to hear him. With each step he took, the more he felt the effects of the poison. His body felt heavy and feverish now, his stomach cramping and begging for him to just stop and spit up what he had eaten. But he managed to tow Mello into the security room despite this, because he desperately felt that this couldn't wait.
"That candy bar had to have been placed there today.. m-..most likely within the five minute window between classes.." Matt panted, plopping down into the computer chair and getting right to work, his mind working with enough capacity for him to hack into the computer with ease and locate the camera within the classroom they had just been in. From there, it was child's play to rewind the footage and, just as expected, there was a person who came in during he gap between classes and stuck the candy bar into Mello's desk. They weren't wearing a mask or hood, as that would draw clear suspicion. So that could only mean...
".. this person was.. a-ah, shit, hold on--" Doubling over, Matt grimaced and staggered over to the trash can against the far wall. Once there, he was finally able to do what his body wanted. He threw up, body trembling hard as his muscles involuntarily started to twitch in small spasms. Once he was finished spilling his guts, he glared weakly over to the computer screen and snarled. His vision was blurred.. but he kept that to himself. Whatever this poison was, it was some heavy shit.
"Th-that person is a fucking puppet," He managed to finally snarl out, trying to stand back up but failing a few times before managing to do so. ".. but if we can find out who they are... w-.. we can find the guy who wants you dead.. Do you recognize that person at all..?" It was like he kind of forgot, or never really considered, the fact that he was in a bit of danger himself.
"I-If not.. here.." Grunting, he leaned against the wall near the door, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a handy-dandy flash drive. With an exhausted little huff, he tossed the USB to Mello and sighed. "Save that video onto the flash drive, a-and then we can head back to your place.. a-and... a-a..and.." Gritting his teeth, his eyes rolled back a little and he staggered to the left, his breathing growing quicker as the cramping pain spread from his stomach to his chest.
He wasn't going to die from this. But fuck did it hurt..
He was glad it was him and not Mello. It was the only thing that brought him any relief right now.
All Mello cared about now was getting Matt to the nurse's office where he could be treated as soon as possible. The "secret admirer" who had rigged his chocolate with poison was gone and there was nothing they could do about it now, which wasn't nearly as pressing of a matter as Matt's condition was. Frustratingly, the redhead failed to wrap it around his thick head that he was in grave danger and could literally drop dead an hour from now if the poison wasn't extracted from his stomach.
But Matt hardly listened and Mello was even more confused by the redhead's brash actions when they headed the opposite way from the ward. What could the idiot possibly think was more important than his own life at this point? Mello's? The realization sank in when they stumbled into the surveillance room that, despite teetering on the brink of life and death, Matt cared more about Mello's safety than his own. He wasn't sure whether to be dumbfounded by Matt's stupidity or touched by his will to sacrifice so much for what little Mello offered him.
"Matt," he called sternly behind the redhead, still more concerned about the way the other male trembled like a leaf and paled a shade lighter every second. Obviously, his call for attention went unheeded until Matt was hunched over the trash can, hurling everything that had been ingested, and then some.
Mello would have been impressed by how easily Matt had hacked into the school's security system some other time when the redhead wasn't vomiting his guts out. What astounded him the most was Matt's resilience to the pain and his determination to capture the perpetrator for the sole purpose of avenging Mello and not himself. Matt had been the one poisoned, after all, so why did it matter who the assassin had initially targeted? "Damn it, you're going to die, you idiot!" he snarled, frustrated at Matt's nonchalance to his worsening condition. He was puking blood and chemicals and all the redhead cared about was capturing some dirty henchman?
The only reason the blonde downloaded the footage onto the USB drive was so Matt's martyr-esque act wouldn't have been in vain. His first priority, from the moment he had caught up to Matt in the hallway, was to keep him safe, somehow. Now that Matt was already in critical condition, he couldn't drag him to the nurse's office for fear of some retaliation. The situation seemed a bit too easy for the administrators to blame Mello for poisoning Matt in the first place.
"No," Mello answered Matt, although he knew precisely who the person was by name and the gang he worked for. After deleting some snippets of the security footage when he and Matt stumbled into the surveillance room, he swung the other male's arm around his shoulders and left the crime scene.
On their way home, Mello tried his best to carry Matt's staggering weight with him, simultaneously checking every now and then to gauge the other male's condition, to see if it was worsening. "Here, drink some," he hastily offered a bottle of water from his backpack, feeding it to Matt since he knew the redhead lacked the strength now. Only when they arrived home did he leave Matt on the couch to fetch him a plastic bin and some more water to hopefully dilute the poison swirling inside Matt's gut.
"Why do you always have to act out like this?" Mello chastised, knocking out every prescription and unlabeled bottle in his medicine cabinet for something that could help diffuse Matt's intensifying fever. He grabbed a wet rag and a bottle of medication he knew by his limited knowledge in pharmaceuticals that would slowly, but surely reverse the effects of the drug's toxicity. If it was as lethal as Mello hoped it wasn't and thinned Matt's blood, they needed to heal it right away. In his pure desperation to make Matt better as soon as possible, he all but shoved the pills into the redhead's mouth and forced a swig of water down his throat, all without the gentleness one would expect from the role of caretaker.
"That was my business," he scolded Matt only out of concern. "If I got poisoned, that's my business. Those people are out for me, and this is exactly why I can't tell you anything. I'm putting you in danger." And he didn't want that. He didn't want anybody taking his hits, especially not someone like Matt who didn't deserve to be dragged into Mello's life.
He knelt in front of Matt who was seated on the couch now, his thumbs pressing vital pressure points in one of the redhead's palms to circulate his blood and lessen the stomach-churning nausea.
Matt watched Mello as closely as he could given his doubled vision, making absolutely certain that Mello had downloaded the content before he allowed himself to relax a little. It eased his mind, taking the stress away from that little situation for the time being. Though, when he faintly heard Mello's little snarl about how he was going to die, Matt gave the blonde the best reassuring smile he could muster and waved his hand a little as if to dismiss the blonde's worries. "W-well...if.. if I do die... now you have their face and... a-and can h-hunt them down.. h-hehe..." He did his best to joke, grinning through the pain that was causing every nerve in his body to throb. He could deal with this kind of pain, after all. He was still perfectly accustomed to dealing with things alone. So it made him feel a little panicked inside that Mello was so.. so worried. He thought... w-well.. just... he didn't really want Mello to be worried. He preferred being glared at and belittled by his fierce 'lover'. Heh. Yeah, he supposed he had the right to at least call Mello hiss lover. Though he would never do so outloud.
He was brought back to reality when Mello grabbed his arm and pulled him against him, which was admittedly a great relief. He definitely didn't want to collapse his entire weight down on Mello, so he did his best to walk while using the blonde as a crutch, but it was as if things were just going further and further downhill. He couldn't even remember most of the walk back to Mello's place, but he knew that his feet were literally dragging the entire time. His legs trembled weakly, jolts of pain stabbing through his gut with every step he took, but he was on autopilot. With his arm clutched around Mello's shoulders, they would eventually make it to Mello's house, and Matt would collapse onto the couch while gasping as if he had just ran a marathon.
Sweat poured down hiss pale face, his chest heaving hard for gulps of air, and yet he felt really cold... he definitely knew he had to have a fever. He couldn't stop shivering, even if on the outside his skin was boiling.
Despite all that, though, he managed a strained, dorky little grin at Mello's question as the other was in the other room rummaging through things. So he wanted to know why Matt had acted out, huh..? His eyes strained slightly behind the tinted goggles as he rested his head back against the back of the couch, staring at the ceiling while simply listening to the sound of Mello making a mess in the bathroom.
For what felt like just a second to him, he decided to close his eyes and just breath in the scent of Mello's clean apartment. It was nice. If there was a place to die, this would be it~ Though... he couldn't really lay over and die here. For one, the last thing Mello needed was a corpse to deal with. And two, he really, REALLY wanted to be there when the would-be assassin was brought to 'justice'. By their own hands, preferably.
However, just as he was closing his eyes, Mello was at his side and shoving shit in his mouth. Jolting a little, Matt was brought back to consciousness, choking down the pills and water as it nearly went down the wrong tube. He very nearly vomited right then and there from all of the coughing and hacking, but he had enough willpower to keep the water and pills down and swallow them hard. All wile listening to Mello's words, which.. Matt couldn't help but frown a little at.
"M-.. Mello.." He sighed, his trembling hand relaxing when Mello got to work pressing the vital points with his thumbs. "You, uh... y-youre not ever going to let me in.. are you?" He forced a little, weak smile onto his lips as he asked that, his free hand gripping the shirt over hiss stomach as a way of fighting back that pain shooting throughout his nerves. "You said you could read me like a book, th-.. that 'hiding' from you would be a wasted effort, and.. and you still can't see how I feel. How I truly feel." Matt gave a little, strained laugh at that, reaching up with his free hand now to pull the goggles down around his neck. They were only in the way, at this point.
"I.. If I die instead of you, I think I could die happy. It-.. its weird, heh.. I.. I've never cared about anyone. My life as been a meaningless joke.. this.. this world is fucking rotten, Mello, and I hate it, I h-hate being here... B-but.. you... every time I look into those fucking blue eyes," Matt paused, needing to take a moment to try and get some air into his lungs.
"H-hehe.. I.. I dunno. This is stupid, but.. when I see your eyes... I feel like I finally have a place to go, a-and a reason to want to live..." Matt shrugged, offering Mello his signature little grin. Every word was the truth, and he felt good to have it all out there. So all this time Mello had just been afraid that he would get Matt hurt by telling him anything.. when really, Mello was what gave Matt's life any real sense of purpose.
"I'm not afraid of getting hurt, o-.. or of dying. Everyone dies.. b-but.. if I could just stay at your side... I feel like my time here could be a lot more m-meaningful.. ya.. ya know? If nothing else.. it sure as hell would be a lot more fun..." Grinning, Matt let out another strained little chuckle and shrugged his shoulders.
He couldn't believe this was happening. Not again.
No matter how callous Mello had gotten in the face of violence and crime, he still felt the weight of losing a loved one, or even just a comrade, to injustice. He had held his dying friends in his arms, saw every last one of them bleed profusely until the light eventually dimmed in their horrified, open eyes. Yes, no matter how emotionally immune he was to taking a life, Mello still struggled to accept that the people around him weren't stagnant lives that would always be there. In an effort to suffer less loss, perhaps the blonde had isolated himself.
And a part of him had always known how Matt felt for him but the more rational, less sacrificing side to his godforsaken personality had prevented the redhead from ever becoming a significant figure in his life. This was why. If Matt died, that was another weight Mello would have to bear believing that the world was indeed a cruel place.
His thumbs stopped kneading Matt's pale hand and he glanced up, azure eyes widened like a child's, twinkling and unsteady for the first time in a while. This was some type of a confession, wasn't it? Mello's gaze lowered once more as he listened to Matt ramble, figuring that the redhead couldn't possibly die if he had the strength to utter those stupid words. But, they were still nice to hear. Nice to hear that somebody in this "cruel world" was pure-hearted enough to feel that kind of unconditional love towards someone, and not just anybody, but Mello. He was certainly undeserving of Matt's affections and knew deep inside that this had to be some silly crush the other male would eventually abandon like the rest of his juvenile ideals that Mello had changed Matt's perspective on life somehow.
But, for what it was worth, he appreciated Matt's words. A blush had bloomed on his cheeks then, halfway concealed by the blonde hair grown like a curtain over his face. "Shut up," he interrupted Matt. "If you feel that way, don't die." Mello had never been eloquent with words, always choosing the few he shouldn't use in tender moments like these when feelings should be discussed with as much propriety as possible. But Mello had been raised differently and his only way to cope with anything at all was to respond violently, even towards those he wanted to be gentle with.
He narrowed his eyes at Matt, simultaneously trying to lower his fever by blotting his skin with a damp rag. "I'll kick your ass if you say all this shit and... leave."
What Mello lacked in his ability to express himself through words was clearly compensated by his effort to stay by Matt's side and nurse his fever. He went back and forth into the kitchen to renew the damp rag with a colder one, returning to wipe the sweat from Matt's skin and ease his temperature, no matter how many hours had gone by. The whole time, he was also plotting to kill the bastard that planned this, not for his own sake but for Matt's, just to give the redhead the peace of mind that Mello's killer was not loose anymore.
He took Matt's temperature every thirty minutes and brought out an extra blanket to keep him from freezing as the living room felt more like a fridge than a room as the afternoon waned. Eventually, Mello's energy depleted and he sat snoozing on the couch adjacent to Matt's, his head propped on an open palm and his eyes closed, the thermometer still clutched loosely in one hand.
Mello's response earned a genuine laugh from Matt. Which.. admittedly did hurt a little... but it was worth the pain. "I'm not going to die from something so lame.. y-..you're stuck with me." The redhead promised with a grin, as he was much too stubborn to kick the bucket just yet. The same, however, couldn't be said about the person who had tried to kill Mello... Shaking that thought aside, though, Matt sank back against the couch and let out a heavy sigh. All the talking he had done had completely exhausted him. Now, though, he could rest with ease, knowing Mello had heard the entire truth. Matt liked him.. a lot... and didn't care if being with him meant being in danger. If Mello decided to open up a little now that he knew the truth, that would be great. But.. Matt wasn't going to try and force him to do anything. Ha! Not that he could if he wanted to!
And, as bad as he was at being gentle, Mello was doing a really good job taking care of Matt. And his actions spoke much louder than words ever could.. because Matt knew that Mello wasn't the type to worry about just anyone. And that made Matt feel pretty good, even with the poison working him over like that. He just hoped Mello believed his words. Because before Mello, Matt had literally never cared about anyone. He supposed he liked his mother and father... but.. generally felt indifferent about them. They weren't the best parents, and were just as corrupt and tainted as the rest of this world. Not to say that Mello was a flower of innocence in this world of trash... but he was genuine and, well, interesting. Matt just really enjoyed him. He was fun.
And, as much as Matt wanted to laugh at Mello for threatening to kick a corpse's ass, he didn't have the strength to do that at this point.
He wasn't sure at what point it happened, but he must have fallen asleep while Mello was taking care of him. Because when he woke up, the room was dark, he had a blanket on him, and Mello was sitting slumped over across from him asleep as well. Matt definitely still felt dizzy, his head pounding with a headache from Hell, but his nausea had pretty much vanished. Likely thanks to whatever pill Mello had shoved down his throat earlier. Grunting, Matt slowly sat upright, rubbing his face with one hand and pushing the blanket off with the other. The room was like a fucking ice box..!! Shivering, he staggered to his feet as quietly as he could (not wanting to wake Mello), and stumbled over to the window to pull back the curtain.
It was dark out.. but the street lights gave enough visual for Matt to make out the snow that was falling. The ground already covered in what had to be at least an inch of snow. Sighing softly, Matt glanced back to the sleeping Mello and smiled a little. That asshole... why did Matt have to like him so fucking much??
With a shake of his head, Matt moved back to the couch, grabbed the blanket, and then moved over to Mello. Instead of just covering him up, though, he decided to cozy on down beside him. Two bodies were warmer than one, right? Shrugging, Matt sat down next to Mello and, after slipping the thermometer from his hand and setting it aside, wrapped the blanket around his front while tucking his arm behind his back. Then, the redhead simply slumped against him. He didn't have the energy or strength to really do much else. But still... Mello smelt nice, as always. Happily, Matt closed his eyes and nestled his cheek against Mello's shoulder.
A part of him was expecting Mello to shove him off, but if he had to, he was fully wiling to play the 'I just got poisoned so be nice!' card on the other boy. Smirking inwardly at the thought, Matt wrapped both arms around Mello's waist possessively and closed his eyes. Mello really was something special. Matt had only been here two night and already he had lost his virginity and been poisoned to the point of near death. What would happen tomorrow, he wondered? Well. Whatever it was, it was bound to be fun.
But right now, Matt was just enjoying being beside Mello. Kinda hoping the blonde would wake up, blush, and yell at him a little. That would be pretty adorable.
Mello hardly stirred from his much-needed rest until he felt Matt's weight shifting against him and the other male's strands of hair tickling his nose. He peeled one eye open then, lazily surveying his surroundings and finding it impossible to budge when Matt's warmth permeated into his body like a welcoming bed on a dull Sunday morning. He was anchored down, and happily so, as he nestled into the comforts of their shared blanket once more.
He woke up again, this time because some mutt was barking outside. It was still dark, only since just a fraction of an hour had passed since he regained consciousness the first time. He was still too warm and cozy to move, not that he could with Matt's limbs wrapped so tightly around him, rooting him to the spot. Well, he thought, if the idiot had the strength to pull himself upright to attach himself to his side, then it was probably safe to assume that the poison was no longer life-threatening. Mello would still take Matt's temperature, though, just to be one hundred percent certain that the redhead's fever was declining.
As he sat awake, unable to fidget for his concern of waking Matt when he knew the other male needed some bed rest, he thought, and thought, and thought some more. He noticed the silhouettes of snow falling against the curtains of his living room and recalled the lonely Christmases in the past, how his personal experience with winter had been nothing but unforgiving and cruel. Yet, the warm ripples that resonated within him felt nothing like the dread he usually experienced this time of the year. No, this time, he wasn't alone and certainly not unloved thanks to a reckless redhead who claimed Mello made him happy. He smiled in amusement at the notion.
Mello's lashes lowered half-mast as his drowsiness pulled heavily over his eyelids. Maybe... just maybe... it wouldn't be so... cold if Matt tagged along. They would somehow brave the world together, taking everything one step at a time with Mello's leadership and Matt's resilience and (literally) undying loyalty to him. They would make quite the team, Mello thought as a transient simper curled on his lips, and to think he somehow owed his chemistry teacher for all this. For Matt, because his pride and antisocial tendencies would have kept Mello far from the redhead without some group assignment to force them into one pair. As partners, as friends, perhaps...
The blush spread across his cheeks as if it was on cue as the thought of labeling them as lovers popped up. They were definitely, absolutely, one hundred percent not lovers! Again, Mello's temper rose to the tips of his ears as did his embarrassment, and while he didn't react aggressively to a resting Matt, he did poke the side of the other male's head to lean him away. Even if Matt's head was off of his shoulder, it didn't do much for the redhead's arms curled around his torso. He sighed in exasperation and rested, letting Matt's head fall against his shoulder again.
What had he gotten himself into? What had he gotten Matt into?
"Are you feeling better?" he asked, not entirely sure if Matt was conscious to hear him. Silence. He pursed his lips and shifted, having made up his mind then to tell Matt everything he'd ever want to know and more. If Matt stayed despite knowing what a fucked-up life Mello had led and who he was now, then... that was that. If he left, that was also that. His mouth ran dry at the thought of revealing his secrets, though, like he wasn't sure how to begin, and with what story. "I... want to tell you about myself," he lamely stated, hoping that Matt was still unconscious so he could carry on and still take the credit for having said all that he needed to. "My name is Mihael..."
There was a good place to start: tell Matt something no other living person on this planet knew about the boy named Mello.
The rest spilled between hesitant pauses and somber sighs. He talked about how he had shitty parents himself, how his mother was a heroin addict and his father a notorious member of a crime syndicate, leaving him to fend for himself at a young age. He hadn't defenseless though, he made sure to point out, and learned from his companions on the streets to be a jack of all trades. He told Matt about the fire, when he had been raped, and even about the first time he had stabbed somebody to death, and taken more lives consecutively after that. His eyes lit up the brightest when he rambled about his goal, though.
"I'm going to wipe them out. The drug dealers, pedophiles, organ harvesters, religious terrorists..." he trailed off, his voice adopting a tone of firm resolve. "Every last one of them."
Matt twisted when Mello used a finger to nudge Matt's head from his shoulder, even if just for a moment. Matt had honestly just started to fall back asleep when Mello did so, and was still half asleep afterwards. Too much so at first to respond to Mello asking out of the blue if he was feeling better. He just laid there, satisfied when his head fell back against Mello's shoulder. A part of him assumed this to be a dream of some kind, so.. he just listened. Breathing softly against Mello's scarred arm, with his own limbs tangled around Mello like some kind of overgrown monkey, he listened as Mello finally spilled his guts. But the more Mell said about himself, and the more Matt woke up, the more he realized that this wasn't a dream. Mello- er... Mihael... was actually opening to him.. Of course that jackass would do it when he thought Matt was asleep!!
But he was able to ignore that little fact, instead simply laying there and listening to every word Mello muttered. And, just as suspected, Mello had a rough life... much more so than Matt's. Both their mothers were apparent druggies, but that was where there family similarities ended. It was really no wonder why Mello was the way he was. His heart was so hardened from a life without love. And, while Matt didn't have anyone who loved him either, his situation was WAY different. He had never been raped. Had never killed anyone. Had never suffered through something as traumatic as being nearly burned alive. But.. all of those things where what made Mello who he was.
They were what gave him his goal. And, when he spoke of said goal, he did so with such conviction that Matt couldn't help but smile a little. It was a very nice goal. One that Matt could get behind. This world was disgusting, and while he couln't pretend to care about anyone but Mello, he also couldn't resist the urge he now had to help bring Mello's dream to fruition.
"Well, it sounds like we have quite a bit of work ahead of us." Matt murmured against Mello's arm, eyes peeking open now and head lifting a bit so he could flash Mello a tired little grin.
"Guess now would be the perfect time to tell you my real name isn't Matt, then, huh.." He pondered aloud, humming against Mello's shoulder before shrugging. There was no 'cool' or 'mysterious' reason he hid his name. He simply thought his real name was kinda lame and would make him stand out, so he basically had it changed to Matt. Only his mother knew his real name, but she had lost a lot of her memory to drugs, including his birth name.. and most other things about Matt "I'm Mail," He stated simply, almost laughing at the fact that they both were using an alias.
"And if getting rid of the scum of the world is what you want.. then I'm behind you." It was pretty obvious to him that he'd help Mello do whatever he wanted. Matt hated this world, and if they could make it a better place for at least one person, then it was worth it! Or.. that was what he knew he SHOULD be saying... but Matt on his own didn't care about the fate of humanity. But Mello seemed so happy when he talked about his dream. It.. made Matt curious...
"But... why do you care enough to make that your ambition? What do you see in this world that is worth saving from these criminals?"
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