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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Death_Note
  Relationship:
      Matt/Mello, L/Yagami_Light, Mello/Yagami_Light, Beyond_Birthday/L, Beyond
      Birthday/L/Yagami_Light, L/Mello, Matt/Yagami_Light
  Character:
      Yagami_Light, L, Matt_|_Mail_Jeevas, Mello_|_Mihael_Keehl, Near_|_Nate
      River, Beyond_Birthday, Amane_Misa, Yagami_Sayu
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Teenagers, Drugs, Male_Homosexuality, Explicit
      Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Promiscuity, Violence, it's_fun!,
      Underage_Drinking, Underage_Drug_Use, Peer_Pressure, Angst, Alternate
      Universe_-_College/University, Emotional_Sex, Angry_Sex, Anal_Sex, Oral
      Sex, There's_gonna_be_sex_ok, Lots_of_sexual_tension, Everybody's_gay_for
      everybody
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-15 Updated: 2016-07-09 Chapters: 9/? Words: 20558
****** Nobody Cares About Me ******
by RedC0der
Summary
     INSPIRED BY: MuTT
     WRITTEN BY: Lyson
     The story of MuTT from Matt's point of view.
     Updated to say: I should rather have said it's "set in the world of
     MuTT," because I'm kind of doing whatever the hell I like, and it's a
     slow burn. But I'm enjoying building the world of the characters so
     stick around, something cool might happen.
Notes
     Basically Matt's life as written in MuTT and expanded into his
     backstory and his own world. I was intrigued by the world created and
     had never seen Matt explored like that before and I found myself
     really liking his character sooo...here we are. MuTT from Matt's
     point of view. And more about Matt and Mello. Who I love together.
     And love both of them. So lots of smut from them hopefully. It is all
     completely unnecessary and entirely for fun. So, yeah. Here it is.
      
     [MuTT]
     Original image here here
  This work was inspired by
      MuTT by Lyson
***** Chapter 1 *****
               'Fucking fag.’            
               Matt’s thoughts reflected his attitude as he deliberately turned
from the other boy; he didn’t want to be seen next to anyone who looked like
they took themselves that seriously. The other boy had the clean cut atmosphere
of the spawn of a corporate fat cat, even if Matt didn’t know him well enough
to determine if that was true. He didn’t need to- he knew upon first glance
that was someone he wanted to avoid. So he started walking away.
               The other boy came after him. ‘What the…’he thought as the
wealthy spawn grabbed his arm. ‘I can’t believe this fucker.’
               “What do you want!” he exclaimed, stepping in closer, adrenaline
flushing his body at the other boy’s brazenness. ‘How dare he touch me like
heknowsme?’He breathed into the other boy’s space, stealing the power from his
opponent whose pupils were now dilating in response.
               “I called you and you ignored me…that was rude.” The other boy
stared.  ‘I noticed that, I saw your eyes on me. Fucking weirdo.’Matt thought
to himself after the other boy had both generously looked him over and stated
his response.
               “And here I thought I wasn’t obvious enough.”
 
                ---
 
               Matt had left behind the other boy after letting him “follow”
Matt to where he had hoped was the school but was really the locked gate, and
was already lost in his own thoughts. He couldn’t wait to meet up with his
friends; that was when he really felt the most like himself, the most free to
behimself. Nobody understood him like they did. He felt a buzz in his pocket
and pulled out his silver iPhone with the black and white checkered cover. ‘1
new message from Mello’the screen read. He kept walking while he used his
finger to swipe open the message. ‘Skate park, 20 minutes, I grabbed your
board.’
               Matt smiled to himself. He hadn’t had an actual sessionin a
while. The exercise always made him feel good, and how his mind followed when
his body felt free. It was still morning; he was on the tail end of his sleep
inertia and hoped that jumping on his board would wake him up as well. The air
around him smelled like dew and humidity and his skin was itching a little but
he didn’t know why. Maybe it was still bristling from his earlier interaction
with that poser kid. Why was he still thinking about that? Matt shook his head,
‘what a fucking fag that guy was.’
               He showed up to the park and a slender figure with straight
blonde hair immediately greeted him with one hand on his back and the other
shoving a coffee into Matt’s own. “Got you a coffee, man. You look like you
could use it,” slipped from behind the grin of the other boy, whose eyes
glinted clear blue in the morning sun. Matt smiled again. ‘This is shaping up
to be a good morning,’he thought as he spied his neon green and orange board on
the ground behind the other figure, who was the Mello his text message
previously implied. Mello’s own board of subtle black with a yellow stripe down
the middle was lying neatly next to Matt’s. Matt stepped over to where the
boards were lying next to a short, possibly two foot high concrete wall with a
railing above it and placed his leather booted foot onto the board. Then he
looked down. “My shoes, man!” he exclaimed, “I grabbed my boots this morning.”
               He looked at Mello, who was grinning again. “Do you really think
I’d go for a session without the proper attire,” he smirked, pointing to his
bag, lying on the other side of the boards. It was a black leather backpack;
simple, sleek, sexy, and exactly like Mello. Matt noticed the faint shoe-like
outline within.
               “You’re the best man, you know that?” He took a swig from his
coffee and, with a fresh stain on his upper lip, attacked the bag to pull his
shoes out with the vehemence and fervor of a child opening a Christmas present.
The sun continued to shine and glint off of Mello’s various body parts and
items of clothing and the air continued to smell like dew and humidity and now
coffee as well as it filled Matt’s throat and his shoes were comfortable and
the air rushed past his ears as he jumped on his board and slid down the
railing and life was good and he grinned to himself.  
 
               ---
 
               Matt sat with his butt on his board and his legs splayed open,
sweat dripping from his forehead and a relaxed smile on his face, eyes closed
and head turned up towards the sky like a plant seeking sunlight. Mello was
sitting in the shade of the concrete wall, which gradually increased in height
from the spot where their boards sat earlier to the spot where Mello sat now,
at which it was tall enough that its shade encompassed his entire body. His
back felt cool against the concrete and his skin was warm. Both boys had sweat
trickling down off of their bodies, Mello from underneath his leather vest,
inside of his tight (but deceptively stretchy) leather pants and even pooling
inside the orange and gold sneakers that adorned his feet. The bliss radiated
off of the pair and they sat peacefully in silence until Matt audibly sighed
and checked his watch. “Damn. It’s already been an hour. I gotta get to class,
man.” He looked over to the other boy who was already climbing to his feet.
Mello, from a now standing position, reached down to where his bag was set
beside him in the shade, the loose strands of his blonde hair falling into his
face and clinging to the beads of sweat on his forehead as he bent over. Matt
appreciated how attractive this was as Mello grabbed the backpack and handed it
to him.
               With his skate shoes now traded for the leather boots he loved
so well, and the sweat starting to dry to his skin, Matt knew it was time for
him to head to class. He also knew he couldn’t do so without showing Mello how
much he had appreciated their morning together. Matt pressed Mello, who had
traded out his own sneakers for boots but had not yet donned the backpack, up
against the concrete wall. Matt’s stomach, flat and hard, pressed up against
Mello’s in his short leather vest and their eyes met, brown and blue, as they
each breathed heavily.  
               The moment held until Matt turned his head and placed his lips
on Mello’s, parting them delicately and breathing into the kiss. His tongue
slipped into Mello’s mouth and he pulled him in closer with the hand he had
placed into the small of Mello’s back and he pressed his groin hard against
Mello’s simultaneously. Mello moaned softly and breathily in the back of his
throat just as Matt released him.
               “Damn you know it’s hot when you moan like that,” Matt said with
a smirk to the man with the blue eyes, turning away, his agenda complete.
               “It’s hot when you kiss me like that.” Mello said, his straight
voice laced with exasperation.
               “Just a little something for you to think about until later,
sweetheart,” Matt winked at Mello and checked his watch again. “Gotta go!
Thanks for the coffee.”
               “Yeah man. Have a good class” Mello called after the redheaded
boy as he sauntered down the sunny sidewalk and turned to grab his backpack and
the two boards, body still filled with heat after their physical exchange, his
mind already returning to the sensation of Matt’s tongue slipping into his
mouth…he smirked and thought ‘that asshole knew exactly what he was doing’to
himself as he too headed down the sidewalk. He tried to clear his mind. He had
his own things to do today.
 
               ---
 
               Matt found his thoughts wandering during his lecture. The room
was spacious and wide, filled with wooden accents and multiple rows of desks in
decreasing height from where Matt sat down to the lectern and boards at the
bottom of the room.  He sat close to the window, from which the sunbeams were
pouring into the air. His eyes followed them to the dust motes that sparkled
and glimmered therein. They reminded him of Mello, and the way the sunlight
played off of his blonde hair. He smiled, happy for the temporary distraction
from his previous thoughts, which had been about his earlierinteraction with
the kid who he had deemed “wealthy spawn.” Whyhad that kid prickled him just
so? He didn’t know, but he knew that he had rubbed him in all the wrong ways
from the second he had seen him. He had been tall, handsome in a non-
threatening way, perfectly placed, clothing sharp and pressed, hair following
suit. Everything about him screamed newfag to Matt. That kind of guy didn’t fit
in with their crowd. So why couldn’t he stop thinking about it?
               He sighed exasperatedly and tried to clear his mind so that he
could return his focus to the lecture. He knew that he only had this class and
one other to get through before he could return to his friends at the skate
park.
               But electrical engineering was only so interesting.
 
                ---
 
                The sun had shifted overhead and was now pounding down from the
other side of the sky as Matt arrived back at the skate park. He knew from
checking his phone moments earlier that Near, L, Beyond and Mello were already
there so he was eager to arrive.
                “Hey Matt, baby…”
                “Hey Matt.”
                “Jeevas!!”
                “Hey man.”
                A chorus invaded his eager ears as he strolled up the sidewalk
to where his friends were. His eyes sparkled when he saw Mello, at the
forefront, immediately invade his space and press his lips against Matt’s own
for a welcoming kiss. Matt exhaled audibly and groaned with desire and
satisfaction as he wrapped both of his arms around Mello’s warm back and
pressed him quickly and tightly into Matt’s own body. Coming apart, the two
boys grinned at each other.    
                Suddenly their cohort, L, shouted “hey pretty boy!” past Matt’s
ear and he turned towards the direction of the target.
                He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was that guy.Wealthy fucking
spawn. The guy that had been niggling at his mind all day. His chocolate
colored eyes glinted in the sunlight as he ambled down the sidewalk through his
friends’ jabs and taunts towards the tall, handsome boy standing meters away.
                “Hey loser,” he jibed and rolled his eyes towards the grinning
Mello.
                 Mello noticed the handsome boy glancing at his seatless bike
and taunted him with a phallic gesture. Mello and Matt’s eyes met as they knew
the other boy was squirming in his discomfort and smiled at each other. They
knew that whatever happened next, it was going to be fun.
 
                 ---
***** Chapter 2 *****
               
===============================================================================
                “Do we like this guy?” Mello spoke in a way that was both
questioning and authoritative. Matt’s eyes passed over the guy about whom Mello
spoke and then landed on Mello himself, sparkling with a glint that couldn’t be
easily read by an observer. Was it danger, or cunning? What lived behind those
eyes, lurking in the dark like a beast in its den? Was it madness…anger, a
temper, latent sexuality?
                Mello saw the familiar glint in Matt’s eye and suppressed both
a shudder and a grin as he knew that it was a mix of all of the above.
                Matt didn’t know what came over him, but his entire body
prickled and erupted into goosebumps as he felt the familiar wash of adrenaline
that he had felt that morning. ‘What is it about this kid?’ he found himself
thinking as he buckled and released himself into his feelings.
                “THUMP.”
               Matt’s fist made contact with the freckled boy’s lower abdomen
and the boy stumbled backwards and fell to his knees with a sharp exhale of
breath.  Matt watched with keen eyes as the kid, now clutching his abdomen,
seemed to struggle to breathe then attempt to pull himself back up to his feet.
When he had come to standing, their fellow cohort L who had called out earlier
to the boy on the street was now standing with his hand on the boy’s shoulder
in a grip that was neither friendly nor threatening.
                 Silence hung in the afternoon air, heavy and warm. Matt and
the freckled boy’s eyes were locked together in a gaze that was nearly tangible
to those crowded around. Nobody seemed to be breathing.
                Until Matt broke the gaze and turned away.
                “Mello, I really want some twizzlers,” he spoke to his blonde
friend, who had seemed to Matt to have a disappointed look to his clear blue
eyes. Matt was outwardly unphased but inside he felt sad. He hated
disappointing Mello, and now that the adrenaline had already started to wear
off, he knew that he had acted out of a place of negativity and he was eager to
move on from this whole experience.
                Matt and Mello held their own eye contact for a moment stilled
in time, the air still hanging around them, hazy and distorted, as if their
moods were reflected in the physical world itself. Mello knew that if he kept
looking at Matt the way he was, something was going to break. His eyes dropped
to Matt’s well-defined chest and quickly turned to where the handsome boy was
standing, his head held higher than it should be for one who had been felled to
his knees in pain not moments earlier. This boy was obviously hard to ruffle.
That was interesting.
                “Oh,” he spoke in an offhanded attempt to be cheerful as he
hopped back onto the bike from which he had arrived on. “Let’s go then.”
                He didn’t look behind him as he took off down the street,
though Matt had started following not far behind.
 
                ---
 
                “See ya,” Matt called to L, Beyond and Near as him and Mello
separated from the small group.
                “Later, man,” responded Beyond charismatically, as Near gave a
pallid thumbs up and contorted his expression into one that Matt knew from
experience was meant to be friendly. L had a small smile tugging at his lips
barely visible beneath his explosion of thick black hair but Matt could see it
as the other boy waved after him.
                He was alone. He knew, however, from checking his phone that
Mello had gone on ahead and biked over to his house. Beyond, L and Near had
invited him to where they were going to Beyond’s apartment to relax but Matt
had wanted a little time alone with Mello, which normally was the same kind of
release one gets from time alone to oneself. Being around Mello was calming for
him. Mello was like medicine for his soul; the exact counter to the energy Matt
released into the world. Mello was Matt’s antidote. His face turned up into a
small smile as his thoughts wandered without conscious choice until he
remembered with a jolt the disappointed look he had seen earlier, without a
doubt, in Mello’s eyes. The smile dropped and his pace quickened as he was
eager to arrive home. He knew Mello was going to want to talk.
               
                ---
 
                “Hey man.” Mello was relaxing on the couch, in fact he was
practically camouflaged into it, seeing that he was clad head to toe in black
leather and matched the couch perfectly. The surrounding white tile played off
beautifully against the scene, Mello with one leg up on the couch and his
slightly hunched yet somehow dominating posture, making it picture-esque. Matt
stopped to yet again appreciate Mello’s attractiveness before grunting in
response, dropping his book bag directly where he stood and turning to the
direction of the kitchen. He needed something pressed to his lips and a cold
beer sounded as good as anything right now.
                The expansive suburban house had a breezy open layout and Matt
could hear Mello call as his feet padded softly over the tile. “I grabbed a six
pack on the way over, figured you could use it,” came the almost sing-song
voice from what was now around the corner.
                Matt’s lips curved up into a smile despite himself.  Just like
the coffee. Mello always looked out for him. Silent, but grateful, he opened
the fridge to see a six pack of PBR, one beer already suspiciously missing.
                Wrestling a can from its plastic confines and cracking it open
Matt heard the melancholic guitar drifting through the air from the enviable
sound system that inhabited the living room media center. He smiled. Mello, who
had been playing lazily on his phone with the TV on in the background when he
arrived, had switched the media system to exactly what Matt needed to hear. He
sighed. He was frustrated, he was as angsty as a teenager though he no longer
was one, and somehow Mello still knew him better than he knew himself.  
                He tentatively walked back through the sunlit hallway to the
living room, where Mello had plopped himself back onto the couch and was deeply
involved in his own beer, which judging by the weight of it in his hand as Matt
eyed it, was nearly empty. Without a spoken word Matt returned to the kitchen
and wrestled free another can. He tossed it to Mello, who nearly dropped his
current beer only to mutter “umph”as the can landed heavily in his crotch
anyway, and settled into the black lazy boy that faced concurrent to the couch
that currently housed Mello.
                Silence between them again. Mello was still deeply involved in
his beer and Matt was suddenly very busy with his own. What was this feeling?
The music filled the air as the bass thrummed around them, the sun pouring in
through the floor-to-ceiling bay windows that lined the wall, white linen
curtains fluttering lazily in the air conditioning.  
                “You gotta talk to someone, man,” Mello murmured, not looking
at him.
                “Come on man, I don’t wanna talk about that.” Matt immediately
blockaded the road down which Mello was attempting to walk.
                “It hasn’t even been a week since the diagnosis.”
                Matt’s eyes trailed upwards to the ceiling as he deeply exhaled
the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “So?” The last thing he wanted to
think about was his father's sudden illness.
                “You’re obviously still holding on to…a lot of…” he trailed off
as he sputtered awkwardly over the emotional depth of the words, “I mean, what
was that earlier?” He was looking now, no longer murmuring into his beer. His
blue eyes were deep and soulful and Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he
got the full blast of the potency that is Mello unchained.  ‘Damn. Those damn
eyes. Fuck.’
 
                “I dunno man. Fuck that guy,” he said obstinately, eyes
dropping down to the side.
                Mello raised an eyebrow cockily. “You want to?”
                Matt looked back, making eye contact again.
 
                 “You want me to want to?” remembering their kiss earlier, Matt
felt the butterflies swarming in his solar plexus. It made him feel
simultaneously giddy and ill. He took a swig of his beer, eyes still intent on
Mello’s deep blue ones.   
                Mello smirked. “L seemed to like him,” he brushed the bangs
from where they had fallen into his eyelashes and tossed his head slightly, “I
think it could be fun. Corrupting a guy like that.”
                “You would,” Matt was smiling now. He already felt better, and
Mello seemed content with the subject change.
 
                The song came to an end and Matt realized his beer was empty.
He looked over at his blonde companion who had his head tilted back and was
taking a long, involved drink of his beer in such a way that created a heat
deep within Matt’s abdomen as he watched Mello’s throat contract and relax
repetitively, tousled blonde strands falling haphazardly around his face with
no immediate concern. Forcing himself to breathe deeply so that he could
function as a human, Matt got to his feet.
                “Keep doing that, and you’re just asking to be fucked,” he
exhaled as he turned his back on his seductive blonde friend and walking to the
kitchen.
                He heard the sound of the can being set down on the end table
and the squeal of leather on leather as Mello pulled his body in the way only
Mello can in order to get himself off the couch. Matt hadn’t quite reached his
destination of the refrigerator when his nostrils filled with the scent of
sunshine and leather as he felt the hardness of Mello’s chest press against his
back. Mello’s hands wound their way around Matt’s torso, over his chest and
down his sides to slide gently under and around the rim of his belt buckle. His
lips, soft and warm, were pressed close to the back of Matt’s ear.
                “Maybe I am asking to be fucked,” he whispered softly, his
hands under Matt’s jeans, cupping gently over the black boxer briefs that now
were the only thing separating him from his prize. Matt breathed in the words
as he closed his eyes and groaned softly, accepting the gentle kisses that were
now trailing down the side of his neck.        
                “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Mello murmured as he
stood behind the other, pressing his forehead against the sturdiness of the
back of Matt’s head, hair hanging down in his face and both hands reaching and
pressing Matt gently backwards into him. His hands were kneading softly and the
rising heat inside of Matt’s underwear was mirroring the heat inside Mello's
own body. Matt shuddered involuntarily as every single hair on his body stood
on end at the intimacy of Mello’s touch.
                “Fuuuuuck,” was the only response; Matt almost breathed the
word in a low growl, letting his head fall back reverently, fully accepting
everything that was happening, here, in this moment.
                This was exactly what he needed.
 
                ---
***** Chapter 3 *****
               
===============================================================================
 
 
                The sounds of Aerosmith’s Sweet Emotion now playing on the
sound system flowed through Matt’s very being and his eyes stayed closed as he
breathed in and out heavily and calmly, Mello breathing behind him, forehead
still pressed against the back of his own head.
                “Mello…” he breathed as he felt Mello’s hand slip upward from
the outside of his boxer briefs and slide underneath the waistband of his
underwear. “Mmmm….” He moaned, releasing all the tension he was holding in his
stomach as Mello’s warm hand gripped his length. Mello’s hand gripped both
tightly and gently as he slowly started moving his hand in rhythm with their
quickening breaths.
                Mello whispered, lips pressed gently against the soft shell of
his ear. “Let me take care of you.”
                The sensation caused him to shiver. Matt was normally the one
who tossed Mello around like he was a rag doll, but he was more than happy
right now to let Mello use his sensuality as a weapon and they were both on the
same side. “Ohhhh,” he groaned, trying to turn around, but Mello’s other hand
had gripped him by the arm and was holding him in place, refusing to let him
take control.  The pressure that was slowly filling up his body was crawling
behind his eyes and replacing any rational thought.
                “Mello…” he breathed again as he felt Mello step even closer
and place his entire body weight against his back as he snaked his arms around
and unbuckled his now straining jeans. He felt Mello’s hot breath in his ear.
His desire was overwhelming.
                His pants now puddled around on the floor, open and vulnerable,
Mello released Matt from his grip and he spun around to take the man in a hard
kiss that encompassed his entire mouth, hands wrapped around his back and
pulling the other man hard into his half naked body. Taking back power by
thrusting his tongue deep into the blonde’s mouth, biting his lower lip hard in
the process, Matt reached down to grip himself with one hand and used the other
to dig through Mello’s hair. He tasted like beer and something distinct, and it
drove Matt wild, he couldn’t get enough. Matt leaned his face close into
Mello’s ear and spoke softly, “put your lips on me.” It was not a question. It
was an order.
                Mello's eyes glinted as Matt used the hand currently in his
hair to push down on the top of his blonde head, as Mello willingly dropped to
his knees, leather hitting the tile with a gentle thud in his eagerness.
                 “Yeah baby, I know you want my co-ooohhh….” Matt groaned as
the blonde’s mouth encompassed his hard length, gently sucking the tip and then
aggressively swallowing him to the hilt.
                “Oh fuck,” Matt exhaled as he looked down at the gorgeous
blonde sucking his dick.
                He saw a grin flick up at the corners of the blonde’s mouth as
he returned to swallowing his entire length, eyes still trained directly on
Matt’s. Matt lost any rational thought he had left as he drowned himself into
the sensation, eyes clouded with lust, mind knowing nothing except the wet feel
of Mello’s mouth swallowing him over and over again in a rhythm which resonated
throughout his entire body.
 
                Mello loves how responsive Matt is to his touch and his throat
and the moans only spur him on further, his own erection throbbing almost
painfully inside of his leather pants. 
                “Ohh god baby.” Matt stares down with bedroom eyes and relishes
in the wet sounds and sensations he continues to feel. Losing himself, he
slowly starts thrusting his hips to meet Mello’s mouth, pushing himself in
flush against Mello’s lips with every stroke, breathing heavier and lids
dropping lower, feeling the soft walls of the back of Mello’s throat with every
thrust. “Fuck yeah, take that, feel my cock in the back of your throat babe.”
Matt reaches down with both hands, thick manly hands, grabbing and tousling
through Mello’s hair to press his head down harder and with his own rhythm on
his cock. Mello nearly gags but takes to the rhythm, looking up to meet Matt’s
eyes.
                “Fuck that’s good...oh god, I’m gonna cum…”
                Mello responds to the steady increasing pace of Matt’s thrusts,
sucking with feverish abandon, saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth,
running down the inside of Matt’s thighs as Matt’s hands wildly grip through
his hair and low moans escape from his mouth. “That’s it babe…oh god…oh…oh…”
Mello feels the rhythmic contractions of Matt’s pre-orgasmic cock and sucks
with intense pressure just as Matt groans deeply, finding his release deep in
the back of Mello’s warm receptive throat as he holds down Mello's head as deep
as he can handle.  Mello releases the pressure his mouth was holding, starting
to see stars from the thickness in his throat and the lack of air, when Matt
moans as if from another world, low and soft. The two boys hold their position
for a second as their stills around them, heart beats slowing, breath receding.
Matt gently pulls out from Mello’s mouth and the other man grins and wipes it
with the palm of his hand.
 
                ---
 
                “Fuck man. I needed that.” Mello looked at Matt, who was
leaning, placated, against the island counter with his eyes closed and his head
back. His posture was relaxed and pants were still at his feet.
                Mello grabbed a paper napkin to wipe first his throat and then
Matt’s nether regions to dry them both before Matt seemed to come back to
reality and pull up his pants, taking a quick glance at Mello’s still present
erection firmly visible behind his own trousers.
                 “Don’t think I don’t see it,” Matt winked, tiredly.
                “Matt.” Mello responded softly.
                Matt looked at him. He was staring again. The soulful eyes.
‘Damn.’
               Saving him from whatever emotionMello was about to explore,
Matt’s phone buzzed, demanding attention from his pocket. He tore his eyes from
Mello’s down to the screen. It read 2 New Messages from Beyond.
               If Matt wasn’t aware that his close friend had such a ridiculous
nickname, he’d think he was being contacted from the supernatural realm. “It’s
B,” he spoke.
                Mello’s ears perked up and his eyes sharpened, previous agenda
forgotten. Matt swiped open the messages, which read “just picked up a half
ounce, case and a couple gs.”The screen went on to say “when you and Mello are
finished fucking get your asses over here. I know you need to relax.” Matt knew
the references to measurements were for marijuana, beer, and cocaine
respectively. He had to admit, after releasing his physical tension with Mello,
the prospect of chilling out with all of his friends sounded very tempting.
                By now, Mello’s erection had dissipated and he too was
interested in the proposition after Matt had shared the text’s contents.
Besides, Matt realized after checking his watch that it was now late afternoon
and his father would be home soon anyway, and Matt was notinterested in getting
in touch with his emotions, or facing reality. He would much rather lose
himself in distraction.
                And drugs definitely provided that distraction.
 
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Light shows up again.
     Also, Light's a creep who hides in graveyards.
                They had walked to Beyond’s place, a bachelor pad that he kept
clean and atmospheric. Matt’s thoughts had been keenly focused forward as he
was looking forward to seeing his friends. Beyond, and L, both with unruly
black hair thick and luscious enough to make women jealous. Near, another
longtime friend, pale and quiet with naturally pale blonde locks, a unique
aesthetic but visually successful for him nonetheless. He loved them all, in
their own ways. He was looking forward to seeing them. He and Mello walked in
silence, but it was not an ill-favored one. It was the contented peaceful
silence that had the kind of comfort only true friends can revel in. Their skin
smelled faintly of salt, sweat and sex, and Mello of warm leather, but neither
of them cared; the air around them was soon to be rife with the smell of
incense and drugs to pleasantly cover for them.
                They were greeted with hearty hellos and slaps to the back from
those that were currently standing. That happened to be everyone except Beyond,
who was on his knees by the coffee tables rolling up the last of a few joints,
and laying out neat lines of cocaine. Matt embraced L in a warm hug last, eager
for the physical contact between him and the next closest of his friends from
the group. Matt noticed he looked a little more downtrodden than usual.
                “Hey man…you ok?” He had a hand on the other’s shoulder as he
peered into his pale face, taking in the other man’s pale appearance, his wild
dark hair, the circling under his eyes so dark it could be mistaken for purple
underneath the thin skin of his orbital bones.
                “Hmm?” L smiled in the strange way that only L can, responding
with something that was entirely not a response at all. His eyes flicked over
to the table where the drugs were waiting.
                “Yeah, man. Later,” Matt agreed, removing his vest leaving only
the striped red shirt underneath, throwing it over the back of the living room
couch which was now occupied by Near, who was hunched over with his phone in
one hand and a beer in the other.
                He fell heavily down on the couch beside Near, spreading his
legs and splaying an arm over the back of the couch towards where the other boy
was sitting. If Near even noticed he did not respond or tear his eyes from the
screen. Mello materialized in front of him with two unopened beer bottles so
cold they were dripping with condensation. He handed one over.
                Matt smiled, appreciative of his blonde friend, while twisting
the top and taking a swig. Mello watched him, appreciating how handsome his
redheaded friend was in the low lighting of B's apartment, as faded and tired
as he was; in fact, in only seemed to add to his appeal in Mello’s eyes. L had
already started in on the cocaine, and they looked over as they heard the
familiar sharp intake of air and watched the first line disappear up his
nostril. B watched also, though he had been the one to patiently prepare
everything. Matt noted that something must really be up with L- not that B
didn’t mind letting other people go first, but it seemed so purposeful to Matt
that he knew something else was going on behind the scenes. He wondered what
else had missed in the last few days, preoccupied with the goings-on of his own
life. B went next, snorting up a line and contorting his mouth as his nose
scrunched up in pained satisfaction, eyeing up Matt with the indication that he
was to go next.
                Matt happily obliged.
 
                ---
 
                The night wore on in a hazy cloud of marijuana and low lighting
and as the energy was winding down Matt found himself back on the couch next to
L. He pressed the now more pliant L for information about his forlorn state and
was upset to discover that L’s grandfather had recently died. Well…that would
certainly do it. Matt leaned into L for a hug and L put his arm around Matt’s
shoulder. He breathed in L’s scent of sweets and the faint musk of his hair and
sighed into L’s shoulder, feeling warm inside of his abdomen. L squeezed him in
closer. Sometimes, they fuck. Tonight though, L just needed the weight of
Matt’s body against his chest and he closed his tired eyes.
 
                ---
 
                He had slept there that night, half cuddled into L, a mess of
limbs and sweat and occasionally saliva as Matt tended to drool just a tiny
little bit when he slept (but he’d never admit it). He woke up feeling crusty
and tired the next morning as the sun slammed against the blackout curtains B
had drawn the night before. There was a rectangular outline of pure hot light
that sneaked around the window frame and Matt knew it was beautiful outside.
                He checked his watch. He had to get going. He had a long day of
class ahead and the first thing he needed right now was a shower and a fucking
coffee.
 
                ---
 
                The day dragged on. He wore his sneakers that day; comfort was
king after all. And he kind of had a mind to get a session in on at the park
and he hoped Mello would be there to join him. He needed to get a load off. He
was avoiding going home, Mello knew it, he knew it, but he didn’t want to admit
it, not even to himself. Fuck, he didn’t even likehis dad that much. He wasn’t
going to be sad when the old fuck finally kicked the bucket. What he didn’t
like was change. And it was happening so fast. It was slamming into him like a
train at the station and he couldn’t hit the brakes fast enough; all he could
do was stand there and watch it speed towards him.
                ---
 
                Matt threw his bookbag over his shoulder as fast as he could as
he paraded out of the classroom.
                ‘Fuck what a long day,’his thoughts raced to match his feet as
he eagerly checked his phone for updates from his friends. He had relinquished
the idea that he was going to get a session in today; the gang apparently was
gathered at the cemetery and all he could think about was getting there as fast
as possible. The sun was high and the air was warm and though he was tired,
deep down he was a happy kind of guy, and he couldn’t stop the adrenaline from
coursing through him and the smile creeping up at his lips.
                He had a stop to make on the way. Important business.
Veryimportant business. The gang would certainly be happy that he made it.
 
                ---
 
                He was still smiling when he sauntered up to the cemetery only
to be greeted by L and Beyond sharing a passionate kiss.
                “Oi, knock it off…save it for later!” he called with a cocky
lilt and a cheeky grin.  
                Matt’s eyes moved to Mello as the blonde spoke “you two made up
I see…leaving me out.”
                “Mello always interrupts…” came L’s forlorn tone. Which Matt
knew was total bullshit.
                “You just have bad timing, I’m not stopping you though, Matt
ruined your fun.” Mello grinned back.
                “With good reason,” Matt responded, revealing the reason for
his earlier stop as he pulled out a bag containing the brown, shriveled looking
mushrooms that the group knew from experience were of the magic variety.
                “Oooh.” From Mello.
                “Fuck yeah,” the low grown from B, “how much did it cost?”
                “A pretty penny. But it doesn’t matter, it’s worth it,” Matt
said.
                “Is that for tonight?” L piped up.
                There was a pregnant pause.
                “No. I know you wanted to do it tonight but I think we should
wait.”
                L countered, “why not tonight?”
                “Because dude. The fucking memorial is tonight.” Matt spoke.
                 “I don’t even want to go…and I’d rather we didn’t, actually.”
L spoke to the ground, hands tugging out from where they were stuffed into his
black jeans.
                “We have to go…” Mello breathed out in the gentle yet confident
way that was his manner.
                “I don’t have to do anything and I won’t be told otherwise.” L
spoke calmly, but he was looking now.
                “Jesus Christ, stop this fucking shit already, he’s gonna get
what’s coming to him, going tonight will just be like the preliminary round…”
                “It won’t be, because I’m not going.”
                “Man-“
                “End of fucking discussion.” L spoke and they knew he was
serious.
                B spoke now. “But you said to me a moment ago you would.”
                “I went last year and had to look at him sitting there and
pretending like he gave a shit, I can’t even return home for fear of what I
might do to him, until we are all ready to do what we’ve vowed, I shall not go
near him.”
                Matt interjected as he realized, “I can’t do it tonight…my
father is at home.”
                “I could probably make it…” came a halfhearted mumble from
Mello.
                B was silent.
                “Beyond will be here with me tonight if any of you care to join
us.”
                “Maybe we could do a séance,” joked Mello, his blonde hair
jostling as he tossed his head and laughed richly.
                “And summon who?”
                “Wammy!” laughed Mello to Beyond.
                The group all laughed and suddenly the air felt free of all
tension; Matt exhaled happily.
                “We’ll all shed some tears…some blood…” Mello’s voice was full
of charm and light, “…Matty, we won’t do it without you.”
                Matt shuffled the black sneakers the clad his feet. “I’ll see
if I can get away without him noticing.”
                “You can stay over at mines and the cunt won’t ever find you
before he pisses off again.” Mello’s eyes were serious and soulful now.
                “We’ll see.” He met the blue gaze.
                “So we’ll meet here?” spoke L.
                “When did you two kiss and make up?” Mello inquired.
                B responded, glancing at L with a sparkle in his eye, “he can’t
stay mad at me.”
                Everybody responded to that with a snicker and taunted the two
boys and the mood was nice until they heard a call from beyond the trees. Where
was Near, anyway?
                “Matt!”
                Near’s voice.
 
                ---
               
                Matt’s heart skipped a beat as they all clambered towards the
sound of the call.
                ‘No fucking way.’
               “Hey pretty boy!” Matt’s incredulous voice, dripping with
sarcasm, was directed towards the tall, handsome, freckled boy that Matt had
previously contacted with his fist.
                They chased the tall boy through the trees he had clearly been
hiding in, spying on them. ‘What thehellis this guy’s problem? Who does
that!?’Matt thought as the boys started whistling lewdly towards the other boy,
as if he were a tall blonde walking past a construction site in tight clothing.
                The other boy, still running, had faltered and turned towards
the sounds of the whistles.
                ‘Busted, you fuck’Matt’s thoughts were victorious as he watched
the tall boy trip over his own feet and fall backwards into the foliage, his
beautiful face crumpling into an expression of surprise.
                “This creep was hiding behind the tree,” Near spoke without
emotion, as if it was the most casual thing in the world to find a tall,
handsome boy spying on a group of rampant delinquents meeting in a graveyard.
                 The group surrounded the boy and pawed him, grabbing his
clothes, his hair, pushing him forward onto his knees.
                Matt crouched directly in front of the boy who made him feel
like every vein in his body had been plugged into an electrical current. He
peered cockily into the handsome boy’s face, using his gloved hand to push the
goggles he wore over his eyes up into his mop of shaggy red hair.
                “You just can’t get enough of us, can you?” he smirked.
                The handsome boy narrowed his eyes in response to his bawdy
smile.
                “Or maybe…” Matt continued, smile gone, voice low, “…I just
need to give you a little more, yea?”
 
                ---
 
               “Anyone got a knife?” Matt never broke eye contact with the
handsome stranger as the other boy’s opened wide in response.
                L shrugged one out of the pocket of his jeans.
                The boys joked about this stranger’s voyeuristic tendencies as
Beyond manhandled him to his feet.
                Matt played with the knife as he grabbed the brunette’s hair
and used it to maneuver his head towards the spot where L was standing.
                “You two know each other right?”
                Receiving no response, Matt poked the tip of the open pocket
knife tenderly against the boy’s neck.
                The blood was rising in Matt’s ears. This boy drove him crazy.
‘How dare he stand there silently as if he has every right to be here,’he
thought as he pulled his body closer behind the brunette’s and growled lowly
into his ear. “I like getting answered when I ask a question, wasn’t it you who
pointed out my bad manners the other day? Look at you now,” ‘you fuck.’
               His breath was hot on the back of the other boy’s neck. And yet
he still stood there, stoic and silent. Matt, still grabbing him by the hair,
shook him roughly.
                “Do. You. Know. Each. Other.” Matt spoke each word pointedly.
                “Yes,” came the mumbled response.
                Matt grinned; the sunlight glinted in his brown eyes and he
looked almost evil.
                “Better.”
                He ran the knife lightly down the brunette’s neck, causing
small goosebumps to appear over the boy’s skin as his breath caught in his
throat.
                Without thinking, only reacting, Matt leaned closer to the
brunette’s neck and gently kissed the exposed flesh. He felt the adrenaline
course through his body as the brunette stiffened under his touch. It was
powerful, to take advantage of another body this way. Matt fucking loved
knowing he was making this boy squirm. And he didn’t half hate dominating the
other boy, handsome as he was, this way…he almost felt as if he had been asking
for it, watching them like he was.
                “I think he just needs some attention, he’s pretty depraved to
be creeping around in the bushes.” Mello spoke as if with an assured lilt.
“Let’s introduce him shall we…boys?”
               
                ---
 
                Matt released him with a shove as the group gathered close
around him. Light reached up to touch the back of his neck where the redhead’s
lips had been not moments passed as he looked around at the expectant faces.
                “I’m Light,” he said in a calm, collected manner, befitting to
the rest of his personality. He seemed almost completely unaffected by the
previous events. He had an uncanny ability to stay unruffled no matter what
happened around him, it seemed. Not to mention how incredibly fucking good
looking he was.
                “Matt,” smirked the redhead, hands now stuffed in his pockets.
                “Mello,” winked the blonde.
                “Near…” murmured the platinum boy, after insistence from a
pointed glance from Mello.  
                “Beyond,” spoke one of the dark haired boys, almost menacingly
with narrow eyes.
                “I am L.” The last raven haired man spoke now, which seemed to
completely capture Light’s attention as he turned towards the voice and
repeated softly “…L…”
                “Ah, so he’s sweet on L then, is that all!” grinned Mello.
                “I think you’re right Mel, seeing as he probably followed him
here from the school,” Beyond glanced at L who almost managed a shrug at the
statement.
                “Give him a show, then,” Mello tossed back his head and his
blonde hair flurried around his face freely in response.
                Mello slide up behind Light and wrapped his arms around his
waist as they watched Matt pervade L’s space and encompass him in a rough kiss.
Mello could feel Light stiffen in front of him with discomfort at the things he
was seeing happening in front of him. He was notused to this kind of sexual
freedom, especially amongst men.
                Mello whispered “you like that?” into Light’s ear, as Light
shook his head in response.  
                And yet they continued to watch, as Beyond now joined the fray,
slipping in behind L and sliding his hands underneath the waistband of his
jeans, hands visibly bulging under the fabric. L responded by moaning into
Matt’s open mouth as he was encompassed by both men and losing himself in the
sensations. Almost as if responding in an animalistic manner at L’s arousal
Matt’s kisses become rougher and harder. His body had become lost to the
feeling and he was fighting back the testosterone driving him to throw L to the
ground right then and there and have his way with him. Light could do nothing
but watch from Mello’s arms as he had no idea what the hell was going on and oh
god what is that pressing into my back.Mello had become aroused at the sight.
                “That’s hot…” he breathed into Light’s ear, “you can have him
too…” Mello’s hands found themselves underneath the waistband of Light’s own
jeans.
                “Please don’t…touch me like that…” he couldn’t believe how
pathetic and weak he sounded, unable to muster any semblance of masculinity.
                Mello pulled out his hands and met the gaze of Matt, who had
parted from L and was temporarily paused.
                “He’s not ready…” Mello spoke, as Light shook in his grip,
“…L?”
                Almost as if there was an unspoken language between then, L
advanced towards then and to Light’s surprise leaned over and passionately
kissed Mello right in his ear.The boy visibly reacted as he couldn’t control
himself, when he suddenly felt the sensation of L’s lips directly on his own.
He was frozen, afraid, shy and yet tentatively accepting. At the very least,
not rejecting.
               The kiss became more involved as L thrust his tongue into
Light’s mouth in a power play that he was clearly the dominator of. Light felt
his body become very hot.
                L pulled back. Light opened his eyes. Matt was grinning and
Mello’s eyes were glinting.
                “He looks a bit better, some color in his cheeks,” laughed
Beyond.
                Matt, noticing and appreciating the glint in Mello’s eye (he
knew he could take advantage of that later), had happily wandered over to the
blonde. Mello, who had since released Light, called out “let’s go boys!” as he
jumped happily onto Matt’s back piggy-back style. Matt’s arms laced tightly
around the back of Mello’s thighs, and Mello’s arms laced tightly around the
redhead’s warm neck.  They wandered off through the trees.
                Near followed closed behind, and L and Light shared a tepid
stare with L which hid more sexual tension and angst than a prepubescent boy.
L’s gaze quickly shifted from Light to Beyond and then back, after which he
spoke “…if you want to hang out, come by the skate park sometime.”
                He turned to leave, Light standing there silent. Beyond, the
only one left now, winked at him and turned away himself.
                What the hell just happened?
 
                ---
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     They have a party.
     They do drugs.
     And you know, stuff happens.
                Matt had picked up a handle of whiskey and an 8-ball of
cocaine. He didn’t give a fuck, he’d had a really long week, school was hitting
him hard and he couldn’t get shit out of his head. His dad was dying, he didn’t
care, but he cared that he didn’t care; why the fuck couldn’t he have had a
nice, normal, loving father like so many other normal fucking people? Why
couldn’t he care?
                But he didn’t.
                And yet…
                He needed to slough off the skin that had been building for
weeks. Midterms, fucking shit, so much stress. And he knew that whiskey,
cocaine, Mello, and whomever else wanted to join, was exactly the way to do so.
In fact, fuck, maybe they should just throw a party.
                He was heading home, lazily floating down the street on his
board, black backpack slung over both his shoulders, heavier than usual because
of the whiskey, but not by much, because it was cheap whiskey. Canadian Mist-
it was gross, but it got the job done. It sure was gross though. The air around
him felt electric, like it was going to the be the kind of night where you
didn’t know if you were going to end up having sex, or fighting, or doing
cocaine off of your best friend’s ass on the rooftop while the sun comes up
over the skyline. He hoped it would be all of the above as he flipped the board
up under his feet, kicking it off to the side as he walked into his house,
simultaneously checking his phone for the confirmation that Mello would be
heading over soon. He needed to shower first, before anything got started. It
was still early, but he was ready. Ready to party.
                “30 minutes, bringing vodka, get ready ;)”
               Matt snorted heavily out of his nose at the stupid emoji Mello
sent at the end of his message as he held the phone in one hand, tugging the
glove off the other with his teeth. He tossed the phone to the other hand and
de-gloved the opposite one as well. Next came the goggles he wore over his eyes
to board home, up over and through his red shaggy hair and slung off to the
side of the staircase; next came the shirt, which he pulled up over his
slightly bulky upper body, which was glistening with the sweat of the day and
the humidity of the afternoon.  Reaching the shower, half naked, he tugged on
the water and removed the rest of his clothing, standing underneath the hot
spray and feeling the water wash off the anxiety that clung to his skin and
seeped into his bones. He breathed out deeply, letting himself start to feel
excited at the night to come.
                ---
                “Hey man,” grinned Mello obnoxiously, as he came into the
kitchen where Matt was standing pouring himself and Mello shots of the Canadian
Mist. Mello had let himself in. None of them really cared anymore.
                Mello looked sexy. He was wearing tight leather pants, leather
boots, and a short leather vest, of which he owned many, how many Matt didn’t
know. His hair was immaculate but Matt loved it that way, because he just
lovedhow he could make it look lustily disheveled after he fucked the living
shit out of him. It was like taking something perfect, and making it evenmore
perfect by making it less so.
                Matt responded by smiling mischievously and handing Mello the
shot. It smelled strong. There were no chasers.
                “That’s my favorite kind of hello,” Mello said into the caramel
colored liquid as he accepted the shot. Matt slung his back as well. They both
shook their heads and their eyes met as Matt wiped his mouth with the back of
his gloved hand. Their lips turned up into a grin. “I need this, man,” Matt
said.          
                “I know,” Mello said. He was still holding a large bottle of
vodka in his left hand from when he came in, but now he opened the freezer and
thrust it deep inside the plastic flap that contained the ice. “I texted the
others. They’ll be by soon. Maybe more coming. B spread the word, and you know
how he is. He figured you needed a release, and shit, it’s Friday, after all,
and after the memorial earlier this week I know L could use it too.” Mello eyed
Matt as he spoke, who was currently pouring another shot. “If we don’t take it
easy now, we won’t make it for the rest of the night.”
                “Ah shit, you know that’s not true,” grinned Matt, holding both
shots, moving his body to press himself right up against Mello’s front and feel
his warm exposed stomach through the front of his shirt. He pressed one of the
shots into Mello’s shoulder and Mello grinned and accepted it, after the rough
kiss that Matt carnally stole from him first. They stayed close, face to face
as they took them, and then kissed again after, the taste of cheap whiskey
strong on both of their breath.
 
                ---
 
                The music was pounding heavily and the bassline vibrated so
hard it rattled the walls. The lights were low. The air was heavy with the
thick smell of pot and cigarettes and incense and human sweat. You would catch
the whiff of strong alcohol if you walked past party-goers taking shots in the
kitchen. Matt was lost in a haze of happiness and lust as he didn’t know which
hormone to blindly follow, so he decided to pursue them all, briefly removing
the cigarette playing at the corner of his lips as he slugged down another
shot. Vodka this time. He surveyed the scene around him. A group of women he
didn’t know were giggling in his direction, eyes half on him, and half on the
vodka he had swiped out from under them.
                He held the bottle out with his left hand as if a peace
offering, the right hand encompassing the cigarette from which he had just
taken a heavy drag. “Ladies?”
                They giggled again and a shy brunette with bright red cheeks
stepped forward to accept the bottle from Matt’s hand. “Thanks Matt!” she
practically squeaked with embarrassment. He didn’t recognize her, but he winked
at her and spun out of the kitchen. Probably another one of Misa’s new friends
to corrupt. He knew Mello’s equally as blonde and equally as insane (well, far
more so) sister was kicking around somewhere. People were welcome to come and
go at his house, he’d thrown parties before, his dad used to travel a lot for
business. Not that he cared anyway. He was in the hospital now. Not that it
mattered. Not that it mattered.
                He meandered, relaxed, down the hallway and through the big
glass double doors to the back patio. The backyard contained a lavish pool, lit
with color-changing LED lights that were evenly spaced around the concrete
walls that contained the water. They were purple at the moment, fading into
blue. The air was warm, and felt fuzzy around his ears. There were people of
all ages, high school, college, who the hell knows, dipping in and out of the
pool and lounging around on the seats. They were dancing, half naked, entangled
in each others' bodies, skin wet, others watching, even more talking, drinking,
smoking. The music from the surround system in the living room played out
through speakers that were installed in the walls that formed the back patio.
                Matt’s father was wealthy.
                Most of them came from wealthy families.
                He spied Near on a lounge chair around the pool, and the wet
outlines of L and B in the water. He didn’t see Mello.
                He wandered over, Near looked up. “You need a drink.” He
pointed casually towards the cooler that was previously hidden by the chair
Near occupied.
                “Oh yeah, thanks man,” Matt grabbed a beer. He briefly wondered
who brought them as he twisted off the cap.
                He sat on the edge by Near’s feet and swigged from the bottle,
exhaling audibly, and turning to L. He had just been waitingfor this
opportunity to give L shit for what had happened earlier in the week. He had
definitely picked up on something between him and that Light kid.
                “So.” He grinned like the minx that he was.
                “Yes, Matt?” L, who had separated himself from B, kept his face
casual, though Matt knew he was holding back a smile.
                “The new kid, huh. He sure took a shine to you, didn’t he. Aw,
hell, he followed you all the way from the school, just to spy on you!”
                “Yes. He does seem to like me, doesn’t he.”
                B jumped in. “They’ve already fought, twice, at school.”
                “No shit?” Matt broke out in a laugh. “Gotta control that
testosterone, man. You’ll end up fucking if you keep that up.”
                “Light does not yet realize that’s what he wants.”
                Matt took a deep drink from his beer that consisted of several
consecutive gulps. He burped loudly.
                “Yeah well, if there’s anyone who can turn him L, it’s you.” He
winked at L, who had already lost interest in the conversation, and was face
first in B’s neck, hands plowing through his hair. If you didn’t know them, you
almost wouldn’t be able to tell if they were in fact passionately engaged, or
in the middle of a wrestling match. The water splashed around them and Matt
appreciated the scene, the heat rising in his own body in response. He wouldn't
mind fucking that Light kid himself, actually, he realized with a drunken jolt.
Somebody had to teach him a lesson, and he'd wanted to do thatsince the second
he had seen him.
                He looked away and glanced at Near, who was just…staring.
                He cocked an eyebrow at his platinum haired friend.
                He pulled a small bag out of his pocket and shook it at Near.
                “Shall we…partake?”
                “Yeah man.” Near got to his feet collectedly and followed Matt
back inside.  
                He wondered where Mello had wondered off to as he headed
upstairs, passing the crowds littering the walls and the hallways. He didn’t
have to wonder for long when he heard raised voices coming from inside his
bedroom.
                “You invited his fucking sister here!” It was Mello’s angry
voice- Matt was not easily rumpled, but Mello’s angry voice could penetrate
even his relaxed shell. He pricked up, listening, as a voice squealed in
return. “She wantedto come! And besides, if Light is going to be hanging out
with you guys, then we might as well get to know her. She’s sweeeeet, Mello!”
                Matt shuddered as Misa’s voice washed over him. “Shut up,Misa!
God, your voice could raise the fucking dead,” Matt exclaimed as he pushed the
door open. “What the hell are you talking about anyway?” Him and Near entered
the bedroom, where Mello and Misa were both standing, Misa with her hands on
her hips and her blonde head tilting enthusiastically. She wasn’t wearing very
many clothes, and she was obviously already drunk, or coked up, or fucked up,
or something.Near settled himself onto the bed and Mello seemed to visibly
relax as the two of them deflated the tension in the room.
                “It’s Misa, she’s brought Sayu, Light’s sister,to the party
tonight. She’s way underage.”
                “Sayu? What does she look like?” Matt remembered the shy
brunette from the kitchen earlier.
                “Average height, brunette, pretty?” Misa piped up, voice
definitely at least an octave over the range of what’s comfortable to the human
ear.
                “Oh god, Misa. She’s like, twelve.”Matt’s shoulders puffed up
as he expressed his discontent at yet another of the blonde’s airheaded
choices.
                “Yeah, well, she wanted to come, and I thought it’d be a good
way to get Light in with L.”
                “You’re a dumbass. Get the hell out, Misa.” Matt tossed his
head towards the door.
                “You’re so mean, Matt!” she squealed, pawing at him, “but I
know you love me!” she kissed his cheek before he could stop her before
giggling far too loudly and trotting out of the room.
                Mello let out an exasperated groan. “At least shut the fucking
door behind you!” he called from behind the door as he peered around it after
her.  Shutting it, finally free at last, he turned to his two friends.
                “So is this…are we here because…”
                Matt smiled and produced the baggie from his pocket.
                “Yeah man. You first. You need it.”
 
                ---
                The boys finished nearly the entire bag of cocaine as they sat
up in Matt’s bedroom, the party blaring downstairs. The night had only
progressed both in scale of debauchery and level of fucked-up-edness. Mello’s
hair had already become a little disheveled, Matt noted disappointedly, and his
leather waistcoat was sitting uneven on his chest. He didn’t fix it though,
because Matt though it was cute. They had the bottle of Canadian Mist up there
with them as Mello had brought it up with him earlier, and were passing it
around, swigging from it in turn in between their lines. Near, though surely
just as fucked up as the rest of them, was completely unperturbed. Matt
noticed. ‘Nothinggets to this kid, huh.’He had a brief vision of fucking Near’s
mouth so hard that his eyes watered and he choked and gagged as he had made
Mello do recently, hands grabbing tight in his platinum hair. He wondered if
Near would even react, or if he’d just take it. He didn’t know. He’d never
fucked Near. He actually didn’t know who Near didfuck- he might have heard him
talk about his…stepdad, was it, once?
                “Something on your mind, Matt?” Near had noticed him staring.
                “Just wondering how you’d take a dick, Near.” Matt responded.
Near swigged neatly from the nearly drained plastic bottle. Matt noticed that
time that his eyes briefly shone with a response to the drink. Or maybe it was
to Matt’s comment?
                “Quite well, thank you.”
                “I figured as much,” Matt grinned.
                He took the bottle from Near. “Nobody takes one as good as
Mello, though, isn’t that right Mel?” he said offhandedly as he thrust his head
back and the bottom of the bottle tilted to the ceiling.
                “Only because you giveit so well, Matt,” Mello raised an
eyebrow towards the redhead.  
                Matt almost spluttered, but not because of Mello’s comment.
Fuck, he was drunk. He was high. The cocaine was raging through his veins and
he wanted to fuck shit up.He felt focused from the coke and relaxed from the
alcohol and something he didn’t know what was pulsing through him - was it
adrenaline, was it the vibrations from the bass, was it raw lust, what was it?
- and above all he felt alive.
                “Come here Mello, I wanna fuck you,” he was staring at Mello
now, eyes heavy with desire.
                Near, knowing what was coming next, slipped out behind them,
shutting the door quietly.
                Mello was leaning casually against the bedroom wall, but he
felt anything but casual. His own heart was pumping and his veins were on fire
and he felt a piercing desire but he also felt a raw anger that he hadn’t
noticed earlier.
                “Naw man. I feel…I dunno, I wanna go punch stuff.”
                “You wanna go punch stuff? YOU wanna go punch stuff? That’s
rich…” Matt was standing now and advancing closer to the flustered blonde.
                “Yeah? Why’s that? Other people aren’t allowed to have problems
too, Matt?” Mello’s posture was offensive now as Matt entered his physical
space.
                Matt pressed himself up against Mello’s body, pinning him to
the wall. He was taller, and he was bigger, and stronger than Mello. He liked
that about Mello. And it was cute when Mello got angry. He pressed his lips
into the soft skin just under Mello’s ear, his breath reeking of whiskey and
cigarette smoke. Mello could smell the faint scent of his shower gel mixed with
the natural musk of his skin.'Why does he have to smell so good...'
                “God it gets me hot when you’re mad," Matt murmured into the
soft skin of Mello's shoulder.
                This was notwhat Mello wanted to hear. He pressed back against
Matt, shoving him off, pushing him back with force. “You fuck. You never take
anything fucking seriously.”
                Matt reeled back, arms up in a pose of mock defeat. “Oh yeah?
Oh fucking yeah? Is this really the time to be taking things seriously,Mello?
Shit man, I’m trying to have a good time. What’s your fucking problem?”
                Mello’s eyes flashed. He looked seriously mad. The cocaine was
coursing through him and it guided his arm from his side as he swiftly punched
Matt in the face with a dull thud.
                Matt staggered back. “Shit,” he touched his lip, eyes wide at
the blood lingering on his fingers. His eyes trailed from his blood-soaked
fingers to Mello who had gone back to leaning against the wall, cradling his
hand.
                He didn’t speak. He only reacted, quickly pressing his body
back against Mello’s, both hands gripping Mello’s thin, bare shoulders
underneath him.  “I’m gonna make you fucking pay for that,” he growled, shaking
Mello once, pressing him back against the wall, before attacking his neck
roughly, biting at the skin there, blood from his lip smearing Mello’s neck,
not even sure if he was angry, or if he wanted Mello, and wanted him now.
                Mello fought back. He struggled against Matt until he gained
control and flipped Matt around so that hewas the one pressed against the wall.
Matt was stronger, but Mello had caught him by surprise. "Fuck you, man, you
never stopped to think how your behavior might be affecting your friends?
You're a fucking mess." Mello growled out the words as they stood there,
staring at each other, breath heavy, chests rising and falling and blood
dripping down the side of Matt’s mouth, bangs thick with sweat draped over his
dilated brown eyes lined by his long, thick lashes. Fuck, he was a mess, but he
was a hot mess.
 
                 And then, in a whirl of limbs and hair and sweat, they were on
each other. Lips pressed so hard against each other that they were going to be
bruised. Tongues thrusting deeply into the others' mouths. Mello’s hands
sweeping up and down Matt’s shoulders and the sides of his torso as he grabbed,
grabbed and pulled and his shirt came off and then Matt was in control, and
Mello was on his back on the bed, hair fanned out around his head in a halo of
golden blonde. There was a pause, Matt looked down at his catch, anger pouring
out of his every pore, morphed into a desire so strong it was primal, it was
carnal.
                “I’m gonna fuck you so hard it hurts”he pressed his clothed
lower half down over Mello’s leather clad pelvis and ground his hips into him,
opening Mello’s legs with his thigh to have better access, growling profanities
into his ear. Mello bit at the lobe of his ear as he arched his back up to meet
Matt’s dry thrusts, both of them moaning heavily now. Their bare chests slid
across each other as Mello’s hands reached up over Matt’s back and combed
through his hair. Matt leaned his head down and growled lowly in Mello’s ear.
                “Flip over.”
                It was an order, but he instituted the command himself,
grabbing Mello by his shoulders and flipping him on the bed. He pressed his
body weight down onto the body of the blonde underneath him, enjoying the
exhale of air as Mello felt Matt’s hard protrusion deep between his legs.
                He ground into the back of Mello’s ass as he whispered in his
ear, body prone on top of the blonde’s, “tell me how you want me to fuck you. I
want to hear you say it.”
                Mello remained silent save for a low, breathy exhale heavy with
desire as Matt’s gyrations increased in speed. He was so fucking horny he
couldn’t see straight.
                Matt pressed down hard, grabbing Mello’s hair tightly and
angling his head so that Matt’s mouth was directly in Mello’s ear. Mello
shuddered as the hot whiskey breath caressed the sensitive skin of his neck and
the inside of his ear. “Tell me, you fucking slut.”
                Mello closed his eyes, breath hitching in his throat with his
head at that angle. His eyelids fluttered back open as he strangled out, “I
want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight.”
                Matt wasn’t appeased. “Oh yeah?”
                “…I want you to make me come on your dick, I fucking need you
inside me,” he was practically salivating now, blinded by lust.
                Matt released his hair and tossed Mello's head down with a
small amount of force. There was a grin in his voice as he said “I thought so”
and Mello heard the sound of his buckle being undone.
                Mello reached down for his own buckle, hoping to speed up the
process.
                With the amount of cocaine ricocheting through his system, the
anger that had been building, the feelings that were swirling around inside
him, all he knew right now was that he needed to feel Matt, hot and pulsing,
inside of him. He needed it, and he needed it now.
***** Chapter 6 *****
                They passed out together, after, bodies wet and sweaty and
splayed over each other in a mess of limbs. Mello’s foot was falling off the
bed outside of the covers and Matt was facedown, drooling ever so slightly into
the pillow. They were still like that when the sun started creeping in behind
the curtains that hung in Matt’s window; they stayed like that even as the sun
crawled higher up in the sky and beat down harder on the backside of the
curtain. It must have been about midday when B and L finally burst into the
bedroom and were promptly met by loud groaning.
                “Wakey wakey, lovebirds.” B laughed and pulled open the
curtains like the asshole that he is.
                “Uuuughhhh.” Matt groaned and opened his eyes, practically
hissing at the sudden bright light that filled his eyes. His head was POUNDING
and his face hurt. Why did his face hurt? He rolled over on his back and put
the pillow over his face, lying flat on his back. He could feel Mello stirring
beside him, sitting up slowly next to him.
                “Sorry man, that’s not gonna cut it,” B had come around to the
side of the bed, lifting the pillow up off of Matt’s face, exposing him yet
again to the light.
                “Fuck man, it’s morning, go away.”
                “Actually, it’s past noon already.”
                “Shiiiit.”
                Matt sat up slowly, Mello had already gotten out of bed and was
standing next to it, looking rumpled and sleepy and somehow still totally
adorable. His hair was half sticking up at the back, and half hanging into his
face. Matt lifted his hands to his eyes to rub them heavily, next moving them
to his lip, gingerly feeling the tender skin there. He remembered his and
Mello’s fight last night. He chose to say nothing though. It wouldn’t have been
the first time they had gotten physical- but he wondered what Mello’s
motivation was. He had been so preoccupied with his own life lately he hadn’t
stopped to wonder if something had been bothering his blonde friend.
                B was watching him with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Rough night?” he glanced at Mello, who rolled his eyes and looked away.
                “You know it man.”
                L spoke suddenly, reminding them that he was in the bedroom,
too. “Matt, the hospital called.”
                The atmosphere in the room changed very quickly.
                “…yeah, so?”
                “Your father has gone into critical condition. If you want to
see him before he dies, you need to go today.”
                “The fuck are you doing answering the phone, man?” Matt was
suddenly very awake, and very pissed. He grabbed the closest shirt, hoping it
was clean, and his jeans from yesterday before storming out of the room,
tugging on clothing as he walked.
                “We had a feeling who was calling.” L spoke behind him.
                “It’s none of your fucking business,” he muttered as he
descended the staircase.
                “Matt, stop.”
                Matt stopped. L never raised his voice. I mean; he had hardly
raised it, but Matt knew. He stood at the bottom of the staircase, still facing
forward, chest rising and falling heavily. In the silence, he was aware of the
deep throbbing ache in his temples, and the tightness in the back of his eyes.
He didn’t know it was possible for the human head to feel this much pain.
                “I know, Matt.”
                “You don’t know shit.”
                L was coming down the stairs. He could feel L’s presence behind
him.
                “You’re angry because you’re denying your feelings. You think
that if you tell yourself you hated your father that you don’t have to feel
pain. That you’re strong. That it doesn’t matter. That you don’t care.”
                “Shut up, L.”
                But L didn’t shut up. He stepped closer. His voice was quiet
and even, without inflection.
                “Let me tell you something. You’ll regret not going to the
hospital today, Matt. You do care, even if you don’t want to admit it to us, or
to yourself.”
                Matt was done listening. His jaw set obstinately, he said “…are
you finished?” before walking off and towards the front door, not turning
around and not looking back. He walked through the door before giving any of
them a chance to respond.
                ‘Fuck L, who the fuck does he think he is?’Matt thought,
practically marching towards his car, a red corvette that he loved more than he
loved himself. He sat in the driver’s seat, reaching into his pocket for a
cigarette, proud of how his hands weren’t shaking, even now. He burrowed in his
pockets for a lighter and was relieved when one materialized. He turned over
the engine and tore out of the driveway with a squealing of the tires on
concrete. He didn’t where he was going yet. He just needed to drive.
                He turned the stereo up as the cigarette at his lips slowly
imparted heavy smoke into the air around him, and he remembered to crack the
window. Hell, it was nice out; he rolled the whole thing down, feeling the wind
whip his shaggy hair back out of his face. He sighed deeply, following the
exhale with a deep inhale on his nearly ashed cigarette.
                He felt like shit. His head hurt, the cocaine he had done
yesterday had stolen all of his serotonin for the next few days bare minimum;
drugs and alcohol are really just a good time on borrowed time, after all. He
had to pay it back. And this was the price.
                He ran a hand through the hair whipping around his face.
‘Fuck.’
 
                ---
 
                Two hours passed. He had driven down an entire half tank of
gas, taking him to nearly empty as he only had about a half tank to begin with,
and all he had done was drive down the highway. He pulled over at the nearest
gas station and filled up, walking inside as the pump slowly clicked and
whirred its liquid into the inside of his car. He needed more cigarettes.
                His thumb flicked the wheel of a black and yellow lighter at
the counter. Besides red, black and yellow were his favorite colors. He was
tempted to buy it, but he knew he’d just lose it. Fuck it, he was going to buy
it anyway.
 
                ---
                He was back on the road. The car smelled strongly of cigarettes
and he knew he probably did too. In fact, he was suddenly far more concerned
about how he smelled and how he looked as he normally was, as he pulled past
the yellow and black bars that lined the entrance to the hospital parking lot.
He wasn’t entirely sure how he had ended up there. He didn’t remember making a
conscious choice to drive there. His head was still pounding, but now his heart
was too. How did he even have any adrenaline left to feel after last night?
                He turned the keys and killed the engine, just another
silhouette in the vast concrete wasteland populated by cars as far as the eye
could see. He had to drive to the top floor of the parking garage just to get a
spot. The hospital was fucking busy.
                And yet. There he was.
                It was going to be the longest walk of his life.
 
---
 
                He couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander as he walked to
the building. Who was L to get into his business like that? What…L loses his
grandfather, and now he’s the fucking expert?
                He shook his head, trying to clear his mind, knowing what was
ahead. He passed the waiting room to the front desk where he checked in with
the attractive clerk.
                “Jeevas,” he spoke, when asked whom he was visiting. He showed
his ID. She gave him a visitors badge and told him which room to go to. He
tried to muster his usual cocky smile to thank her, but found himself grimacing
instead. It all felt so fucking futile.
                It was like the world had been spinning around him for weeks
but he hadn’t realized that the only thing that was stable was the wooden
hospital door in front of him, high in the building, on a nearly empty hallway
that could have been taken straight from a horror movie. He stood in front of
it for what seemed like a very long time. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He
was mad. He was mad.Why was this happening? Why did he have to do this? Why did
it have to be today? Why…why didn’t he come earlier?
                He stopped his desperate pacing and took a deep breath. He
pushed open the door.
                His father was laying in the hospital bed. It was a bleak
sight. He was pale, and looked fragile. There were tubes coming out of his
nose. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady; the little “blip”
“blip” of the machine next to the bed was only confirmation.
                 He couldn’t believe this man had been “up and at’em” not weeks
earlier. This man who was a business fucking mogul.He may be a shit of a
person, but he was good at what he did. Matt respected him for that.
                Cancer was shit.
                It all was.
                Matt sat down next to the bed. He didn’t even know where to
start. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even know how he was supposed to
feel. He was surprised he didn’t feel as much as he thought he would- this
wasn’t like the movies where it was all going to pour out of him in some big
emotional scene, and then his father would wake up, having heard it all, and
miraculously get better, and tell him he loved him, and that he was a good son,
and he was sorry he fucked up being a good dad.
                Matt was pretty sure that wasn’t going to happen.
                He was just gonna sit there, being useless, until he left. And
then his dad would die. And then it would be over.
 
                ---
 
                He sat there for what felt like an eternity, just…staring. Just
looking at his father. Just being there, existing in that moment in time, next
to him in that quiet hospital room, on the quiet hospital floor, high up in the
building in the hallway that felt like a horror movie. This was a moment in
time that he would never forget.
 
                “Matt.”
 
                His father’s eyes were open. He was looking. He was awake.
                “Hi dad.”
                “You came.”
                “Yeah, dad.”
                They were both quiet. The “blip” “blip” on the monitor was
steady.
               
                Matt wondered what his father would say. If he would berate him
for not coming earlier. If he would tell him all the things he didn’t even know
he needed to hear. If he would do…anything.
                Instead, he realized, his eyes were tearing up.
                “I’m sorry, son.” His father had not broken eye contact since
his eyes had opened.
                Matt knew that if he spoke, his voice would break. So he looked
away.
                “I…I know, dad.”
                They were quiet again for a moment.
                “I love you, son.”
                He looked back at his dad. His gaze was strong and clear. His
voice was strong, but Matt could hear the impending break. He knew that this
was a defining moment in his life. This was a test of manhood.  And he was
fucking failing. He was weak. He was shit. He couldn’t handle it. He wanted to
run away, he didn’t want to see his dad like this, he didn’t want to hear his
dad tell him that he loved him. His dad never told him that he loved him. If
his dad was telling him that he loved him, then this was real. This was really
happening. And he was here. Watching him die.
                “I love you too dad.”
 
                And suddenly it was like the movies. It was like the movies
when the monitor stopped the “blip” “blip” that had been going all this time in
the background and all there was was silence. All there was was death in the
air. He had to get out. He had to get the fuck away. This couldn’t be real.
 
                He felt like he was going to throw up as he walked down the
hallway, past the nurses rushing in the opposite direction, surely responding
to their machines.
                He felt nauseous as he walked out of the building and back to
his car.
                He opened the car door, got in, and shut the door with a thud.
 
                He kept the windows open the entire drive home so that the
fresh air could keep his body calm.
                He opened the front door. He walked into the house. He shut the
door.
                And he slid down the back of it, his weight pressed into it,
sliding into a seated crouch as he let his head drop between his knees. His
dark red hair hung down into his eyes.
 
                What the fuck was he supposed to do now.
 
               
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Warning: I may diverge from MuTT at this point.
     This is not a long chapter, nor is it edited, but it's been a while
     since I've had the free time to update and I wanted to give a brief
     followup to my last chapter.
     I'll have some time in the next few weeks and I haven't forgotten
     about this story, so I'll be updating if I happen to catch any
     pockets of inspiration. Thanks for reading!
                Mello
                Mello wanted to be there for Matt. He wanted to be there, but
he didn’t know how. For weeks now he’d watched his friend, his best friend, one
of the only people in the world he’d ever given two shits about, sink deeper
and deeper into delusion and denial. Why was genius so classically associated
with neuroticism? No Neanderthal himself, Mello still appreciated the brain on
his friend. He understood the call, the dark, tantalizing call to the other
side. The side that taunted with its allure of drugs and the magic world they
had to offer. The curiosity; the lust, the arousal, the desire; where will it
go? They wanted to be released from their minds, from the light as they sunk
deeper into the shadows. They wanted to crawl the underworld, denizens of that
permanent twilight littered with silhouettes that vaguely resembled things;
humans, bottles of alcohol, pieces of furniture, they came in and out of focus,
they passed by a hundred miles an hour on the highway. Night after night, he
held his tongue, he didn’t know he was, he didn’t think he had anything to say.
He just stayed. He stayed and he played, he played the game, he knew it was
what Matt needed. There was nothing else he could do.
                ---
                Matt
                Weeks passed in a haze of drugs, alcohol and sex. Night after
night, fucking with abandon. He didn’t even care if it was Mello, L, or even a
stranger; just a warm body beneath him, cocaine in his nose and whiskey in his
throat. He was pretty sure he even fucked B at one point, and considering they
were both tops, he wasn’t even sure how that went down. He can’t remember. A
threesome maybe? He was lost in the days. He didn’t give a fuck. Sometimes he
showed up to class. Sometimes he didn’t. He nearly always smelled like a bar
and the bottom of an ashtray but someone had at least had the common sense to
force him to email the school and explain the situation. And by force him, I
mean do it for him; was it Near? Hmm.  It was someone. Regardless, the school
was cutting him some slack; if he wasn’t able to complete the semester, he’d
earn an “I” for incomplete until turning in all of his coursework. Matt was
pretty much a genius, so he was able to do most of it fucked up to hell anyway
and still make A’s. The problem was the receding motivation. Why should he give
a fuck? He inherited the house. He inherited the fortune. He was set for life
anyway.
                And yet, he went some days.
                Some days he didn’t.
                ---
                His essence oozed sexuality. It was all he thought about. He
had even started looking at women again. Oh, he had had his fun with women in
the past of course, but liked men decidedly better. The house had not been
empty one night since his father’s passing. People of all ages, genders, hair
colors; in the kitchen, in the bedroom, naked in the pool, throwing up in the
bathroom. Beer cans under the sofa. Empty glasses stuck to the tables.
Everything was sticky. He hadn’t spent one night sober in…two weeks? His dick
vaguely hurt. He fucked someone too hard last night without enough lube. And
yet, he was in the kitchen, taking a deep drag on a cigarette, blowing the
smoke lazily through his barely cracked lips, engaging in lascivious eye
contact with someone dark-haired and far too obviously busty who looked like
she associated with people like Misa. What the fuckwas he doing?
                “Matt?”
                Mello materialized in the archway to the kitchen. Matt broke
out of his trance, momentarily returning to reality. Mello didn’t look much
better than he did. He’d been right there since ground zero. He hadn’t left
Matt’s side. He’d showered about the same amount. He wasn’t mourning for Matt’s
father, of course. He was mourning for Matt. But neither of them knew that yet.
Neither of them were able to admit to themselves how they were reallyfeeling.
It was much easier just to slip back into the haze of booze and debauchery. It
was safe there. Comfortable.
                Matt relieved the cigarette from his lips with his gloved left
hand and breezed past the dark-haired woman to press robustly into Mello. The
woman scoffed and left them alone in the kitchen, Matt pressing Mello’s body
into his own with his free hand in the small of his lower back, down into his
ass, squeezing harder as he alternated between biting his lips hard and heavy
into Mello’s and taking drags from his still-lit cigarette. Mello didn’t put up
a fight. They had been like this on and off. Any free time not spent fucking
was spent ingesting more cocaine, or slamming back more booze.
                In fact, as Matt came up for air to take the last drag from his
cigarette, he released Mello from his grasp as his eyes wandered over to the
bottle of whiskey sitting half-empty in a visibly sticky spot on the
countertop. He intended to continue doing just that.
                The shots went down hard, their eyes watered and their throats
burned but the masochism was real and Matt liked the pain. It was visceral. It
made him feel alive.He wanted more. He wanted to hurt. He wanted to fuckand he
wanted to hurt and he wanted to hurt himself, he didn’t want to hurt other
people, but he wanted to hurt.
                Mello needed to lie down. Matt could tell. He was barely
standing and his eyelids were fluttering. The shadows around his beautiful blue
eyes were thick and his cheeks were gaunt, skin peppered with enough cuts and
bruises to tell the story of the last few weeks, even if neither of them could
remember it well enough. He knew Mello would never say those words out loud- “I
need to lie down”- not right now, anyway. He would stay with Matt. He would
stay standing until he literally fell over. So Matt took him to bed. He wanted
to fuck him, but tonight, something held him back. It didn’t feel right. Not
this time. So he sat there instead, head buzzing as loud as an old TV that
couldn’t find a station, throat thick and tongue heavy. His own eyelids
fluttered as if reacting to an invisible breeze.
                He looked at Mello. Really looked.
                ‘Fuck, man. I gotta stop. He’ll fucking die.’
                He was disgusted with himself. How did he let this happen? He
should have realized Mello would stop taking care of himself. He should have
realized by sacrificing his own health and sanity he’d be asking Mello to do
the same. That thought should have made him feel worse. It should have set him
reeling on a spiral of shame and self-loathing.
                But instead, it made him smile. For the first time in two
weeks.
                He looked at Mello, who was passed out, flat on his back, hair
a golden compass around his head, decked head to toe in expensive leather and
boots still on his feet…and he smiled. And he laid down next to him, also fully
clothed, and he slept.
                ---
                They slept. Nearly two whole days passed. L, Beyond, Near
occasionally poked their heads in to check that they were still, in fact,
breathing.
                In the interim, they got to work, quietly cleaning the house.
It was the least they could do. They weren’t animals, after all. They knew it
was time. It was time to move on.
                ---                 
                It was dark when they awoke. Sticky, covered in dried sweat,
Matt let his eyes adjust to the darkness, aware that Mello was also shifting
sleepily beside him in the bed. He listened, but Mello settled. He hadn’t woken
yet.
                Matt swallowed groggily. He sat in silence for a second,
listening to Mello’s quiet, even breathing. It was calming. His head hurt.
Everything hurt. He kicked his legs over the side of the bed, planting them
solidly on the ground. Someone had removed his shoes, but he was still wearing
his jeans and socks. Fuck, he needed to shower. He walked to the en suite
bathroom, hands dragging through the hair clinging to his forehead, sweeping it
off his face. Eyeing Mello’s still sleeping form on the bed, he shut the door
quietly before turning on the light. He stripped and turned on the water,
checking the temperature before stepping into the stream. He closed his eyes,
sinking into the moment, letting the tension release from his body as the dirt
drained away. He didn’t know how long he stood there, not moving, face up to
the water, eyes shut; the water was kind, his skin was warm, his soul felt
placated. He wanted to live in that moment.
                He felt a displacement of the steam in the air and a rush of
coolness as he realized the door to the bathroom had been opened. He swept the
waterlogged bangs that had fallen into his eyes off of his face and rubbed the
water out of them. The shower curtain breezed open and Mello stood, naked in
all his glory, before him.
                Matt grinned boorishly.
                “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Mello looked like shit. He
knew it.
                Rolling his eyes, but the corners of his mouth turning up in a
barely concealed smile, he produced a perfunctory “mind if I join you?”
                “Yes. Go shower downstairs. But you have to walk through the
house naked. I know the other guys wouldn’t mind,” Matt said with a wink and a
smile in his voice as he turned his ass towards Mello, reaching for the shower
gel.
                He felt the physical closeness of Mello’s body as the shower
curtain shut behind him and the warm steam enveloped them both.
                Mello pressed up behind him, reaching over his shoulder to grab
the shower gel out of his hand.
                “Oh really?” Matt’s eyebrows shot up higher than he had
previously thought they could go.
                Mello laughed veraciously and the sound lifted Matt’s spirits
higher than they had been in weeks.
                He felt okay. And he knew that that was as okay as he would be
for a while, and that was….well, it was okay.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Summary
     I don't...yeah. I don't know where the story is going at this point,
     but it's got a mind of its own. Maybe I'll figure things out as I
     keep writing, but for the moment, the turmoil is kind of fun. It's
     like how Matt feels about Light. Who by the way is back for this
     chapter. So, yeah. Enjoy!
     Also: Parallel chapter in MuTT is Chapter 6. Please read it, the
     scene between Matt and Light in the car actually happens and it's
     SUPER HOT. That's all.
                So, L had a new friend. His name was Light Yagami and he had
been hanging around ever since Matt and Mello had taken the initiative to
“introduce” themselves to him. They’d shown up at his house, uninvited, in the
early evening before dragging him out to one of their…parties. Now, this wasn’t
a regular party. It was an…advanced party. Near occasionally threw get-
togethers where the boys would gather in the basement (which was as large as a
house on its own) and, well, fight.
                It was like fight club. But actually fun.
                Usually the nights progressed into other activities, and all
kinds of people showed up. It was a hell of a good time.
                But Light had never seen anything like it. He had been
terrified, poor thing. All of his feathers were ruffled and it was so obvious
it was almost cute, if it hadn’t been so annoying.
                But, he had stayed. And he had tried.He even drank a beer or
two. Before accidentally spying on L and Beyond getting carnal in the bathroom
and making a hasty exit.
                Poor Light. Matt remembered how he felt the first time he
realized he was attracted to men. He remembered the familiar lurch in his
stomach. The mix of fear and arousal. The confusion.
                Matt had sensed something in Light the second he had met him,
weeks ago, blocks from the school. Light had had a quiet air about him, a sense
of entitlement that came with his kind of classic good looks, like he was used
to the world dropping at his feet without even realizingit. He wasn’t rude, but
you could tell, he would be if he didn’t get what he wanted. Because he wasn’t
used to that.
                Matt wanted to fuck it out of him. He wanted to strip him bare
and feel his bones and release him, naked and vulnerable and human. He wanted
to feel what it was like when that kind of pretty met his kind of hard. And he
just wanted to fucking destroy him.
                He had followed Light, that night he had ran away from the
party. He had followed him as he lost himself trying to walk home, at least a
good half hour away from where he actually lived. He had revved up in his
beautiful red car and scared the shit out of Light even further. He had made
Light get in. He was going to take him home. But first- first-he was going to
play with him.
                And he did.
                He kissed Light that night. Trapped like a cowering rat in the
passenger seat, but not unwilling, Light had felt Matt’s weight on top of him,
the smell of his skin and his shower gel, the aura of nicotine that surrounded
him fresh and not unpleasant. He had pressed with his jeans-clad lower body
into Light’s, he had pressed in such a way that made Light feel dizzy and
confused and he opened his mouth just a little wider as he gasped, and Matt
snuck in with his tongue and it made Light feel things he had never felt
before.
                He had enjoyed the way Light stared when he took off his shirt.
The moonlight spilled in through the cracked window and the dense air full of
residual smoke and the scent of the two men poured back out in return. Light
had felt himself moving, his hands moving, to feel Matt’s bare skin, to feel
his muscles underneath it, to feel them as they pressed against his own clothed
body. He had enjoyed the way Matt’s bangs tickled his face as they hung down
when he pressed his mouth over Light’s. His body screamed and cried out, it was
confused, what was he doing?- but he didn’t fight, he didn’t stop, he didn’t
want to.  
                He knew Matt was grinning to himself like a dog who had fought
for the last piece of meat but had known deep down he was going to win all
along. Matt had known from the start this was the way it was going to go
between them. He couldn’t let Light just saunter around, like he was so fucking
sure of himself. No. He was going to wreck everything that boy thought he knew.
                He wasn’t sure how far he would have gone that night if he
hadn’t gotten a message from Mello. He dropped Light off at home and had headed
back to the party.
 
                ---
 
                Matt smiled to himself. To be honest, he was also used to
getting what he wanted. He was very, very used to it. He was quite good at it
too- he just went about it in a different way from people like Light. They
were…by the book. He was…well, he wasn’t anything. He did what felt natural. He
didn’t follow rules, he didn’t read from a script, he didn’t manicure every
action and detail of his personality to fit what society expected. He never
had, and he didn’t see any reason to start now.
                “You fuck him?” Mello was smirking at him.
                “Naw, he wasn’t ready yet,” Matt grinned back. He glanced over
at L, who was standing in front of the fridge in an unbuttoned white button-up
and black boxer-briefs (no pants), rummaging for something unknown. He heard a
voice call from inside the fridge, “I would be honored if you were to be the
first, Matty.”
                “I wouldn’t have it any other way. The fuck are you doing, L?”
                L reappeared with a bottle of apple juice that must have been
hidden in the depths of the refrigerator. “B was thirsty. He wanted…this.”
                “Aren’t you a good little butler.” Mello smirked again.
                The corners of L’s mouth turned up. “Yes.” And he disappeared
back upstairs, leaving Matt and Mello alone in the kitchen. The night was over,
and the mood was quiet. Nobody had gotten too drunk. They were…happy. It was a
fleeting moment in time. Too good to last.
 
                ---
 
                Light started showing up at their events. Video games at B’s,
Light was there. Party at Matt’s, Light was there. It was L who had the most
interest in Light, but Matt still felt that draw to him that he had felt in the
beginning. Nothing had changed, except now that he had tasted it, he wanted
more. It was fun, to watch that kind of innocent naiveté be slowly corrupted as
Light’s eyes opened to the world beyond preparatory school, soccer and good
grades.
                He had noticed the way Light had almost seemed…afraid of him.
Like he was trying to read something in his eyes, and just couldn’t. Like he
was an unpredictable creature, a wild stallion who could break at any moment.
Matt supposed he couldn’t deny that those things were true. They were. But most
people, most people could not sense that about him. Light was smart. He was
intuitive. He could tell. And Matt could tell that he could tell. And he liked
it.
 
                ---
 
                His skin, tan, taut, perfect, was layered with a very fine film
of sweat, only perceptible by touch as it was slick and wet. He was panting,
breathing hard, face pressed into the pillow underneath him, golden brown hair
clinging to itself in clumps as Matt grabbed it forcefully, jolting his head
back and up out of the pillow. The bed was rocking in motion, every thrust
audible as the headboard rammed into the wall over and over with the force of
Matt's hips. He pulled Light’s head up by a fistful of hair, bearing down over
his upper body, forcefully pressing Light's head upward to receive his command,
“moan for me, bitch;” he wanted to hear it, at the words Light moaned,
involuntarily, unable to help himself, driving Matt to thrust even harder and
harder until…
                He awoke with a start. Fuck. The fuck? He shook his head. Sex
dreams, huh? He didn’t need sex dreams. He could just have sex. And the fact
that it was Light, well…that was just funny. Damn, he really needed to get this
out of his system.
                 He showered and dressed, putting on a pair of black Air Max’s
and a muscle tee with some loose shorts. The weather was warm and the sun was
high, and he needed some physical release that wasn’t sex for a change.
                “Bball?”sent to L. He surprised himself as his fingers hovered
over sending it to Mello, but somewhere deep in his subconscious, he sent it to
L instead. Sometimes your gut knew things your brain didn’t.
                “Yeah man, be there in 15.”
                They met at the park, Matt had walked instead of driving, he
didn’t really see the point especially when the weather was this nice. L was
good at basketball. He was a good challenger, a good opponent. Matt was good
too. They faced off against each other, whiling away a few hours of sweat and
testosterone,half competing, half fucking around.
                They didn’t talk much. That’s not what he had wanted anyway.
Sometimes he felt like L could, somehow, read his mind. He knew things before
they happened, as they happened. L was a pretty special person. He knew there
had been a lot going on in L’s own life, with his grandfather’s passing, and
him and Light going to the same school. L was younger than him. He was still in
high school. Light was also in high school. Matt and Mello both went to
college. He knew that L didn’t have the best reputation around the school- he
didn’t try,when really his collective intelligence was greater than the entire
school combined. He terrified them with his “don’t give a fuck” clothing and
matching attitude. But his family had power. A lot of power. So they left him
alone.
                Fwoopthe ball soared through the net and landed on the court as
Matt lowered his arms from the half court. His body was dripping and his mind
felt content, focused on the physical exertion required to succeed in the game.
It was always nice, to play, to skate, to run. You could free your mind. Let
yourself sweat, let yourself just exist. Not to think. Just to be.
                L glanced at him and smiled before diving in to reclaim the
ball.
                By the time they had finished, the sun had moved across the
sky. It was midday. Now all Matt wanted was a shower and a beer, and maybe a
nap.
                He checked his watch. “Hey man, you wanna go out tonight?
Misa’s got Mello going to some band she wants to see downtown. Figured we could
go along for the ride, to save his sorry ass.”
                They had one hand clasped in a fist and the other around each
other’s backs, sweat slick against their bodies, as L agreed without
hesitation. Then he headed back off down the street as Matt did the same.
                He somehow knew without asking that Light would be there. Near,
too, and B. It had been a while since they had gone out.They all had fake IDs
of course, those who needed them. They had never acted their ages anyway. They
acted older when they were too young, and acted too young as they got older. It
was always that way. It was bound to be a good night. Matt felt the familiar
excitement rising in his gut as he wandered down the pavement, skin soaking in
the early afternoon sun, red hair shining like a beacon in the light. It was
going to be a good night.
 
 
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Summary
     So I know I promised Matt x Mello, but I seem to have written Matt x
     Light again instead. It just kind of...happened. So If you don't want
     Matt x Light smut, um, skip this chapter. Thanks.
                His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Mello flick his
blonde hair back with a smooth toss of the head, a laugh accompanying it.
Matt’s hands involuntarily curled into fists as he stared through his goggles
into the thick smoke of the club. Mello was flirting so brazenly tonight.
But...Matt didn’t normally care. It’s not like they were ever exclusive to each
other. Why was his gut wrenching inside of his stomach, like it had a mind of
his own?
                The fact that he realized he was pissed off pissed him off. He
reached into his pocket to grab his cigarettes, turning the other direction to
head towards the bar. Fuck Mello. What did he care? He could get his own,
easily.
                The bassline pumped throughout the club as Matt ordered a
straight shot of whiskey to go with his beer. He stood at the bar, feeling the
thick, splintered wood underneath his fingers, staring into the caramel liquid
to steady his breathing. ‘You’re alright.’His hand curled around the shot
glass, ready to lift it when he felt a hand clasp firmly onto his shoulder and
a familiar cologne fill his nose.
                “Alright Matty?” Beyond grinned at him, his dark eyes, barely
visible from underneath his black jagged bangs temporarily appearing to glow
red in the reflection from the hazy neon wash of the club lights. L was close
behind him, and behind L’s back Matt spotted Light, who was glancing around
himself in almost surprised apprehension, as if he was amazed that he was even
there.
                “You’re not about to take that alone, are you? Three more,”
Beyond motioned to Matt’s shot glass as he caught the bartender’s attention.
                Matt rolled his eyes.
                “Fuck man, now I have to wait for you.”
                He feigned annoyance, but inside he was pleased. He didn’t want
to feel alone.
                Three more shots of whiskey were slung across the wooden bar.
Beyond, L and Light grabbed them respectively, holding them up towards each
other in a mock cheers, looking at Matt expectantly until he joined as well.
                “Bottoms up,” Beyond smiled, glass already in motion towards
his mouth.
                The liquid burned Matt’s lips. It burned his throat as he
swallowed it, the grimace internal only; it never reached his face, he didn’t
show how much it hurt, because as much as it hurt, it felt fucking good.In
fact, a small smile creeped towards the corners of his lips now, as he felt the
familiar sensation of fire spreading throughout his veins, as whiskey tended to
do. A few more, and he would feel it creep up to his brain. A few more, and he
would be ready to let go. He turned back to the bar. “Four more.”
                “You paying?” Beyond gently elbowed him.
                “Yeah. It’s on me.” Matt glanced sideways at Beyond, who was
giving him a strange look that he couldn’t quite decipher…nor did he want to.
He wasn’t in the mood. Yet.
                The second one went down a little easier. Matt started feeling
the vibrations of the bass music a little heavier in his body as he felt his
internal tension slowly release. He even found himself moving his head up and
down a little to the beat. He opened his mouth to sigh, satisfied, as he
slammed the empty glass back down on the bar, and felt himself breathe what
felt like fire as the whiskey aftertaste felt smoky and fresh on his tongue. He
felt a body press animatedly into his right side as Beyond and L were now
engaged in a passionate discussion, and looked to his left to see Light, wiping
the back of his mouth and looking around, in a manner obviously less hesitant
than he had been before.
                ‘That’ll be the whiskey then,’Matt grinned to himself visibly.
                “Hey Light. Wanna know what a dragon tastes like?” Light,
temporarily confused, had no time to react as Matt pressed him swiftly against
the back of the bar and pressed hard against him, engaging him passionately in
an open mouthed kiss, slipping his tongue in immediately.
                Matt pulled away just as he could feel Light's body starting to
melt; poor Light, he wanted to play, but he just couldn’t keep up. Boy, did he
smell good though. Light's aftershave tingled in Matt’s nose as he winked at
Light through his bangs, which had fallen back into his eyes. Matt’s eyes
remained mostly hidden and mysterious behind his goggles tonight; Light felt a
surprising twist in his own stomach as he stood after meeting them, still
reeling from the kiss.
                ‘What is it about Matt? What is it I can’t read? Why does it
intrigue me so?’
                By the time he recovered, Matt was gone, leaving only L, who
stood next to him now, holding out a freshly made cocktail.
                “What is it?” Light eyed it suspiciously.
                “Just drink it.” Light brought it to his lips, and was
pleasantly surprised at the taste. Cucumber? Lavender soda? It was not what
he’d expected from L…and somehow, it was. It was simultaneously unexpected and
precisely the right thing. It was exactly like L himself.
                Light smiled despite himself. He could still taste the fresh
nicotine and whiskey aftertaste, mingling now with cucumber and -gin?-, unsure
how much of it was from Matt, and how much was his own. He didn’t mind. He
didn’t mind at all.
 
                ---
 
                Matt had found himself on the dance floor, hips moving in time
with the beat, air around him so thick and full of smoke it was hard to make
out shapes from the shadows. The light from the colored LEDs above the dance
floor filtered through the haze to form kaleidoscopic images in the air and at
his feet. He held his arms out into the light, dreamily staring at the patterns
and flashes dancing across his skin and clothing. He looked nice. He was
wearing a black v neck, which was dressy for him, and he was quite fond of the
way the color played off against his hair and his eyes and the way the deep cut
of the V shaped his shoulders and his collar bones. He knew he’d be noticed.
What he wasn’t expecting was to discover that the person noticing him was
Light.
               Light had been moving across the dance floor, heading towards B
who was sitting at a table he was reserving for the group. Light’s hands were
empty as B had a pitcher of cheap beer he’d ordered at the table along with
several glasses, so Light had no need to carry a drink. He’d seen Matt, at
first just a smoky silhouette until he moved closer, who was dancing in rhythm
with the beat, skin glowing faintly in the haze, eyelids low and contented.
Matt hadn’t noticed him noticing. Light felt that same strange sensation he had
felt when he was reeling from the kiss, but he this time he didn’t give his
brain time to think about what his body wanted to do. He only acted
autonomously.  He advanced to Matt on the dance floor, giving Matt time only to
turn to his direction and raise his eyebrows in surprise as Light was on him,
pelvis pressed into pelvis, chest pressed to chest, his lips buried in the
Matt’s neck, much to Matt’s not unpleasant surprise. Light’s mouth was full of
hair, full of Matt’s hair and the salty skin of Matt’s neck, which had the
aftertaste of shower gel and faint cologne. Matt’s hands were already exploring
Light’s body in appreciation as both their bodies moved in time to the beat,
Light’s face still buried in Matt’s neck and ears.
                Matt groaned deeply and Light felt it vibrate throughout his
body as he had progressed to slowly kissing the soft skin of Matt’s earlobe.
His tongue slipped out and traced around the contours of the shell of Matt’s
ear. The sound of Matt’s groan only caused the fire in his groin to grow as the
erection he already had thickened in response. He knew that Matt’s own erection
was growing as well. He felt Matt pressing into him hard and in time with the
beat of the heavy trance music that was resonating so loud throughout the club
that it was impossible to hear anything else. Matt was acting only instinct,
responding to Light’s own assertiveness and dominance. He had instinctively
held his neck back, allowing Light access, embracing the sensations of Light’s
tongue tracing up and down the sensitive skin, letting his eyelids droop
contentedly as the small hairs all over his body stood up in pleasure.
                Matt, regaining control, grabbed Light’s head with both hands,
pulling him from his neck, to carnally drive his tongue deep into Light’s
mouth, faintly tasting himself on the skin of Light’s lips. He pressed his body
into Light’s own, erections now pressing against each other in a rhythm
dominated by Matt’s own internal rhythm, which was no longer responding to the
beat of the music around him. It was slower, sensual. It spoke of the way he
moved behind closed doors. It made Light feel weak as he could focus on nothing
else except Matt’s tongue and his hands and the feel of his hips. Matt dropped
a hand to Light’s upper back to press their chests harder together as he now
pressed his own lips into Light’s ear, breathing purposefully warm and heavy
into the skin there as he expertly moved his hips in a way that would make
Light crazy.
                 Light moaned, loudly and lewdly enough that Matt’s erection
twitched in his pants. He lovedit when he drove them so wild they became
animals. When he could tell that they were acting beyond their own impulses.
When they were no longer in control. Light’s brain had left his body. He could
think of nothing but the physical sensations happening to him. The smell of
Matt’s hair. The texture of his tshirt. The way Matt’s belt buckle pressed into
him hard every time he thrust into Light’s pelvis. The way he could feel Matt’s
latissimus muscles thick and tight as he ran his hands up the skin underneath
Matt’s shirt. His entire body was flushed and his breathing had become labored.
He was so fucking horny.
                When Matt leaned in and whispered “I’m going to fuck you so
hard tonight,”timed perfectly with a thrust of his hips, Light’s eyelids
fluttered shut and he breathed out slowly so that he would keep his thoughts
with him in the present moment.
                He surprised himself then.
                He leaned forward, and whispered in return, “fuck me now,”
grabbing Matt’s hand as he turned around and headed in the direction of the
bathroom.
                It never even crossed Matt’s mind to disagree.
                A brief flash of Mello’s face crossed his mind. It didn’t
linger long however, as he wasn’t even attempting to make Mello jealous. He was
physically engaged now. He wasn’t thinking at all.
                Mello however, who was currently being pressed against the wall
of the dance floor by a tall drink of dark hair and ripped muscles, had
noticed. His eyes followed Matt and Light as they left the dance floor in a
hurry, stopping only when the handsome man with his face buried in Mello’s neck
did something obscene with his tongue that made Mello moan against his own
will.
                He had felt something twist in his own gut that wasn’t
pleasure.
                But Matt didn’t know that. And if he did, he probably wouldn’t
even have reacted. He could only think about the brunette with the perfectly
placed freckles and the eyes the color of whiskey and wood and the way Light
tasted and the way he smelled and the way his arms felt underneath the palms of
Matt’s hands. He had him pressed against the wall of the locked bathroom,
engulfing his lips, sweet and soft, with a kiss so hard and passionate their
teeth scraped against each other and the skin of their stomachs were touching
as their shirts were being pulled up. Matt’s hands were running up Light’s
ribs, pulling his shirt off in the process, Light not denying him the access as
he raised his hands up.
                As the shirt came over his head, Matt leaned in to graze
Light’s neck with his teeth, breathing heavy. He pulled back to lift a hand to
his lips, wetting one of his fingers, pressing his palm down the back of
Light’s jeans and using his other to press Light deeper into Matt’s embrace.
His finger, slick and slow, pressed into Light’s asshole as he pressed his lips
simultaneously into Light’s neck. Light found himself completely lost in the
sensation, unable to do anything but react as he felt the flush of pleasure and
pain tingle throughout his body. He groaned out directly into Matt’s ear, which
only spurred him to increase his rhythm and press a second finger gently
inside. Matt’s other hand now reached for the buckle of Light’s pants, removing
it in a practiced motion and unbuttoning the top in order to slide both Light's
pants and his underwear simultaneously down over his hips. Light had tilted his
head backwards, pressed against the wall, exposing his neck for Matt to lick
and kiss as he pleased, now completely naked with his pants around his ankles.
 
                Matt, who was pleased with the reactions he was eliciting from
Light, pressed into him again as he slid down his body in order to encompass
Light's length with his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to be able to fuck Light
as he had nothing on him to use in the way of lube, and he didn’t want to break
Light before he was able to use him as he liked. So he would play with him,
make him writhe with pleasure, make him crave Matt so badly that he would be
salivating, begging for more, ready to go whenever Matt so much as looked at
him.
                He pressed rhythmically with his fingers into Light’s ass,
feeling Light react to every microscopic movement, as Light thrust himself into
Matt’s mouth in response. Matt groaned involuntarily around Light’s dick as he
took every thrust with a practiced swallow in the back of his throat. God, he
fucking loved turning them on like this. If he looked up, he knew he would see
Light’s eyes half lidded, a dazed expression of gratitude and desire painted
vividly across his face, mouth open and breathing labored and arrhythmic.
                It was his favorite.
                It didn’t take Light long, with the way Matt was able to read
his every move and respond with a throat more than capable and willing to take
it, to feel himself start to succumb fully. The way Matt’s fingers were
pressing and circling the sensitive nerve endings that brought Light pleasure
in a way he felt he’d never get used to, as it felt both wrongand so, so right.
The way the heat had been building inside of his gut with every motion of his
hips, with every press of Matt’s fingers, had built to the point that when he
felt the warm grooved depths of the back of Matt’s throat, deeper than he’d
thought physically possible, the pleasure was so intense that he couldn’t help
but close his eyes and thrust again, in the hopes that it would be repeated.
                Matt knew Light was close. Light’s hands had started coursing
through the hair on the back of Matt’s head, his goggles long since removed and
tossed onto the pile of clothes splayed haphazardly around them. Matt couldn’t
breathe, his nose was running, saliva was dribbling obscenely out of his mouth
and dripping down his chin, and all of it was turning him on even more. Light
was thrusting with his entire being now, both hands gripping hard on Matt’s
head, Matt wasn’t sure if he would be able to make it, did he take a deep
enough breath?- but Light was on his final throes, he wasn’t going to stop till
he came, he was thrusting faster and faster and his eyes were closed and with a
final, stuttering motion he pressed hard into the back of Matt’s throat and
came hot and hard and blinding, the cum spurting out and down the accepting
walls of Matt’s esophagus. As he came, Matt swallowed the cum and pursed his
lips in order to milk Light’s dick of every last drop he was willing to offer,
before he felt Light come to a shuddering complete stop. He sucked as he pulled
himself off of Light’s dick, cleaning him of any remaining saliva or traces of
cum, before standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
                He turned around, leaving Light standing there, panting,
completely lost in another world, in order to grab some paper towels from the
nearby dispenser. He handed them to Light, who took a few seconds to even
register and react to his motion as Matt told him to “clean himself up.”
                As Matt tugged his clothes back on, watching Light start to
return to his senses and do the same, he spoke with a lilting tone that
remained as cocky as his posture, “better come back to reality at some point,
pretty boy. I fullyfucking expect to be taking advantage of that ass later. I
gave you that now because I wanted you warmed up and ready to go. But you’d
better believe I’ll be taking all of you when we get back tonight. And you’re
coming with me whether you like it or not.”
                As if in anticipation, his cock twitched in his pants; he was
so full of desire that he was ready to blow, but he knew that it would be worth
the wait when he could get to some lube and fill Light deeper than he’d ever
felt before. He knew that nothing would be better than getting to take that ass
and fucking come deep inside like he’d wanted to since the second he’d locked
eyes with him for the first time.
                He smiled as he left Light there to dress, shutting the
bathroom door behind him as he stepped back into the smoky haze of the club,
becoming nothing but a silhouette yet again.  
               
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