I GAVE YOU BLOOD. BLOOD. {MELLOxMATT}

Matt beamed and pressed his face against Mello's shoulder so the older blond couldn't see him smile. Perfect. Mello was going to stay. His Mello. Matt would survive and prosper with Mello by his side. With Mello, the red-head gained confidence and an actual life. Without Mello, Matt was like a sack of potatoes. Walking and living, but not actually alive. Sure, he was breathing and eating, but not a word would escape his chapped lips. But Mello was back. It would be okay. No more borderline panic attacks for him!

Matt let a sound like a purr escape his slightly parted lips, and he made a very satisfied whining noise before snorting in amusement. "A fucking idiot? I think not. I'm jus ballsy." Matt lifted his head and winked before letting out a brief chuckle. Mello's face was so soft, he noticed, once their cheeks rubbed together and Matt scooched closer. Mello also smelled like freedom. He wondered absently what he smelled like. Ocean Breeze shampoo with AXE body wash? Huh. Matt wondered what that smelt like to a vampire. "I can believe it. If you can come back to me, I can return the favor by forgiving you."

"Nah, not anymore. Doesn't hurt when you do that." He mumbled drowsily, taking comfort in the small fingers stroking and massaging his neck. Matt lazily smiled again and nodded briefly. "Not selfish, smart. It would be selfish if you left, Mells. My Mells." He loved how Mello had said his Matt. It was oh-so wonderful. "C'mon, let's go back inside. It's cooler in there." He stated nodding in the direction of the door.

Mello sighed into Matt. He mad everything all right, he always seemed to know what to say in any situation to make Mello feel better. "Hmn." he sia heading towrds the dorr with Matt. A few steps leter and a thought hit him. One good thing cam eout of this. "We no longer need a car."

Turning back he swiftly pulled Matt up into his arms. One hand going under his knees while the other pulled him close and supported his head. "Being lazy is ok now Matt. Though is till think your a fucking gutsy idiot for staying." Crouching down he simply darted throught the door down the stiars. Really over the stairs, he found no need to use them now.

Landing gently he sat Matt down as a cool breeze from the airconditioner hit. "Hmn, you were right much better." he walked towrds the kitchen hoping to find something to eat before he realized he still had on ripped clothes. "Damn it!." he surssed. Yep everything was back to nomal..Matt wins that one he thought.

"No longer need a car...?" He asked confused, before being swept up into Mello's arms where he promptly blushed like a lunatic. He hummed and rested his head on Mello's shoulder before letting out a surprised squawk as the two of them flew down the stairs. He clung tightly to Mello's shoulders and looked before him in wide-eyed wonderment as Mello dodged every single stair, not even hurting himself or getting winded. After he was let down, Matt fixed his hair with a few careful hand ruffles before turning a mock glare in Mello's direction. "What the hell was that? You could have given me a warning." Despite trying to look angry, a smile broke his face. "But it was damn cool."

"And I like being lazy. Don't diss it." He sniffed, running to his room and pulling out a shirt for Mello to wear, hearing him shout a profanity moments ago. "Here ya' go, Mello. Straight from my closet." He said, handing the blond a striped shirt. Throwing his own on, Matt looked at Mello in a confused manner. "So, uh, you can actually eat real stuff? Like, not just blood?" He blinked and walked past Mello, setting two pop-tarts in the beat up toaster. "You can have my blood anytime you want." Matt winked and laughed again, turning his back on Mello. "We should go clubbing tonight. Check out your new skills, and I can dance and get drunk freely."

Mello glared at the stripe but luaohed anyway. Unzipping his top he caarefully pulled the shirt over his head. "Not exactly my style, but it works." After fussing with the shirt for a few seconds trying to make it more comfortable, giving it up in the ned, he sighed. He felt naked without that tight shirt clinging to his body. Loose shirts just weren't him.

"Not really, I don't feel any hunger at all for anything but blood." Glancing out at Matt of the corner of his eye to make sure not to offend him or make him run away he continued. "Even chocolate has not appeal." This kind of bummed him out. But the clubbing thing got his attention. "Damn that does sound fun. Though don't get to drunk I'm not going to save you if you get in a fight. you are shit out of luck when it comes to fighting, and doing it wghile your drunk will get you killed." He luaghed at the idea of a drunk Matt trying to play video games.

swaying as he walked he reached around and pulled Matt closser, trying to distract him from the pop tarts. "Really? Anytime I want huh." He mooved his hands so that his arm circled Matt's stomach. "What if I'm hungry now?" Carefully nipping Matt's ear.

Matt smirked and scoffed. "If I got drunk and was getting the shit beat outta me, you wouldn't help? Wow, Mello. What a friend you are. I can definitely trust you to take care of me now." He mused sarcastically, fingers tapping against the granite counter tops in a fast paced motion. Just being around this new Mello made his heart rate speed up, and his words come out wrong and jumbled. Even before, Mello made his thoughts scrambled. Now, it was just no thoughts at all that weren't of Mello. "That must suck. But not really. Because if you have no longing to munch on chocolate then you shouldn't miss it all that much." His stomach rumbled and Matt whined faintly, poking his belly in an attempt to get it quiet. He had momentarily forgotten that he needed actual food.

Matt leaned back into Mello's arms, gently. He still didn't trust Mello with holding him up. Mello was a frail boy to Matt, and Matt was bigger and stronger. Any weight that was put on Mello seemed like it would snap the boy in half. Funny how the tables had turned. From Matt's knowledge, Mello had super speed and strength. He let out a small sigh and let his head loll back against Mello's shoulders, eyes half closed. "Anytime you want, Mello. Just call me Sir Bloodbank." He shivered as sharp teeth nipped at his ear, and pressed closer. Damn Mello for being addicting. "If you're hungry now, then bite me. I dare you." Matt's voice had lowered to a soft dark sound, lips quirking up in a smirk.

Mello licked his lips, gently breathing just bellow Matt's ear. "dare huh? That's not a smart thing to say considering how fast your hearts beating." smirk "But but that getting drunk thing," his lips slowly movved across his skin. "I won't let them kill you, just maybe teach you not to get drunk."

flicking his eyes in the direction of the microwave he sighed on Matt's neck. Matt was hungry, and he allready had drawn blood today. Pulling back his head he reache dout a hand pullling out the pop tarts. "I'm going to take you up on that dare, but if i try right now you will be too weak to go clubbing." Without even glancing he tossed the plate exertly on the table, landing it in front of Matt's chiar. "Maybe after you've eaton something." Kissing his neck once more he escorted him to the chiar. "While you eat I NEED to take a shower now."

Leaving Matt to his racing heat, and pop tarts he headed off. damn it I really wanted to see his face when the pleasure from the feeding would hit. He'd been to bussy earlier to notice it but now was not the time. Matt needed to eat.

Matt stood in front of the floor length mirror and frowned. A tight dark red shirt clung to his slender frame, and you could just barely make out his usually hidden four pack. Dark blue skinny jeans hung onto his waist like a second skin, with black and white vans completing his ensemble. Personally, He liked his baggy clothes. Baggy jeans, baggy shirt, loose vest. But oh no. It was a clubbing nice. Matt supposed he had to look good for one day out of the month. His goggles hung around his neck, giving a rave style flair to his dark look, red hair neatly frazzled. Emerald-gray eyes poked from beneath shaggy bangs, scrutinizing his every move. With a slow darmatic turn, Matt got into his toes and spun in a circle, checking himself out from every angle. He didn't look half-bad. And the only reason he was even caring what he looked like was because he didn't want to look cheap with Mello. No doubt the vampire (Matt shuddered at the new word) would be wearing expensive leather and chains. Sexy.

Tonight would be the night he'd get his blood sucked by a real vampire. This thought made him grin, blood racing for a moment before Matt realized said vampire was somewhere in his apartment and could probably noticed. Crap. Matt couldn't be secretive anymore. Not really. With a small sigh, Matt escaped from his bedroom, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he stepped into the dark living room. He hated not having goggles on, for things were much too bright. But the darkness was cold and soothing. "Mello.... I'm ready when you are." He whispered, self-conscience again. Clubbing was never his thing, and this morning made it to where he had confidence. Now he was a scared little boy who didn't know what to do. Hopefully, Mello would be there to metaphorically hold his hand.

Turning towrds Matt he whistled. "You should dress like that more foften Matt." He gave him a slow once over. The clothes stuck to him like Mello's leather and it made his hands itch to touch him. He himslef had on his ussuall dark leather vest and pants. Though he now had on a black choke collar and a loose chian holdin gup his pants. He didn't need it but it was very sty;ish. "Well I'm ready now. Let's head out." Puassing at the doorway he turned back. "Should we take the car? Or should i just carry you?" He smirked agian.

Thinking about it he smiled, crouching he jumped at Matt not giving him a chance to answer before they tore out the door, allready half way there. God he was looking forward to after this, the hunger was back though not something he couldn't ignore. Jumping from roof to roof holding Matt securly to him, and in no time they arrived. After stopping a few blocks away so as not to be seen he set Matt down luaphing.

"come on." he siad guiding him towrds the club entrance. "Let's go order somethign to drink...I wonder if alchohol has the same effect. either way I'm not drinking to much. Jus rt in case.

(BRB)

Matt backed away from the crouched Mello, a silly grin on his face and arms held above him in self-defense. "Oh no, Not that again!" He said, yelping when he was literally pounced on by the vampire blond. "Fuck!" He yelled, holding onto MEllo for his dear life, closing his eyes and pressing himself against the safe blond as the wind rushed past him, making sound virtually impossible to hear. On a normal person, his grip would have choked him. Thank God Mello was immortal pretty much and didn't even notice Matt's lethal grip.

Once he had been set down, Matt was shaking just a bit and his hair was now ruffled. A group of teenage girls walked by, one slapping his butt and the other winking. Shitfuck. So many people. Matt groaned inwardly, pressing against Mello as the two of them stalked into the club. The pulse pounded, making Matt's heart seem like it was in his throat, and making it hard to swallow. The lights dance a dazzling array across Matt and Mello, throwing them in a whirlwind of color. "You may not be drinking much, but I am." He mumbled, knowing Mello would be able to hear it. Sitting down on the grimy bar, he flagged over a burly man that was known as the bartender and ordered himself a Snakebite. "Are we going to dance later, Mello?" There were so many people..and all of them looked twice as good as he did. It was a wonder Mello had even stayed in the first place. "It's kinda crowded. Sure you can handle it?"

Mello slowly looked around as they headed towrds the bar. The smell wasn't nearly as appitizing as some might think. Alchohol with the smell of sweat wasn't very tasty sounding...or smelling. Turning to Matt as they sat down he smiled, "Cousre unless someon else has cuaght your attention." A twinge of jelousy hit him. Thinking about hurting whoever it was he barly cuaght the last part. "I'm fine." The he puassed to try and listen to the heartbeats of those around. The music beat to the same tune, pretty much drowning it out. "Yeah, I'm perfectly fine, though those lights are starting to bug me." But that always happened no matter Vamp, or human.

Mello reached over and grabbed two drinks from the bartender, handing one to Matt. "Well have a few and when you fel like dancing ask me" Paying the bar for quite a few more rinks he slowly sipped his, watching the hundreds of moving people in the croud. "They stink" He siad quietly turning back.

"Pft, like anyone can beat a vampire in the look contest. I beat you dance like a million bucks, too. Besides, I'm pretty much socially retarded and you've ruined me for anyone else. I have no choice but to dance with you. A good thing I want to, too, huh/" Matt smiled, and took his drink, taking a large gulp and closing his eyes, letting the alcohol take its course. He literally laughed out loud at what Mello said next and opened his eyes all the way, sipping at his tangy drink now. "The lights? I love 'em. They're like my goggles but more funky." He reasoned, taking a glance at everyone around the club. Hot, sweaty, flushed, and dancing to a beat of their own. Matt wanted to do that.

Three drinks and an urge to dance later, Matt had a signifigant buzz going on in the back of his mind, and his lips were numb from the alcohol. He smirked, standing up and deciding to do something daring. Like taking a seat in a vampires lap. And he promptly did so, legs hooking around Mello's waist, arms going around his neck, hands tangling themselves in pretty blond locks. "Mello!" He whined, pressing his nose into the male's neck. "I wanna dance." The red-head grinded his hips into Mello's before pulling back, a winning smile graced his numb lips. "Come dance with me?"

Mello was luaghing along with him. "I should of guessed you'd say that." He called to him, unsure if he could here over the loud niose.

A few minutes later Mello glanced over at Matt. He so had a buzz going you could tell by th-he was cut off as Matt slipped onto his lap "Matt!" he siad before he felt those hands tangle in his hair. "Hmn" he siad leaning into the touch. Looking up as his named was menchened he had no chioce but to groan as the Red head ground on him. Hissing between his teeth he tried to hold still. As Matt begged him to dance he had no chioce but to abey the buzzed Matt. As he pulled him up and set him on the floor, ignoring the looks of the other onlookers, he made his way with Matt to the dance floor.

Stopping in the middle of the floor he grabbed Matt's waist before pressing into him. Leaning in so Matt could hear he whispered. "Damn Matt If you wanted to dance you could have just asked me. Though it did like the way you grabbed my attention." Twirling him around he pulled him back before twirling himself around Matt. Before grinding thier hips together as he came back, nipping his neck gently

Matt could hardly hear Mello over the roar of the music. Besides, he was too bus being entranced by Mello's fucking hot body. He was all over the blond, hands running up the slim back, lips on Mello's neck, collar bone, cheeks, anywhere except his lips. He would save those for last. He panted softly onto Mello's skin, grinding his hips against Mello's bony ones, he let a soft groan release from peach-colored lips. Another sounded when Mello's lips where placed on his neck, sharp teeth nibbling at the even softer skin. Matt watched the lights blink on and off Mello with dazed eyes, red making him look demonic, blue made him look angelic, green made him look lucky, and white made him look normal. Personally, Matt liked the red best. "I think I liked my way better. Asking was too easy."

Matt decided he was rather flushed and weak, a girl screamed in the song, the climax rose. This is what Matt had been waiting for. Without warning, he pulled his head up and smashed hi wet lips onto Mello's with a furious kiss. Hands grabbed onto pretty blond hair, hips connected and a tongue swept out, running over Mello's bottom.

He knew this act would probably get him bitten. Or worse, killed. But the alcohol made it hard to care.

God his hands were sliding everywhere. Caressing and tuanting him to move closer. His whole body tingled at his touch. "Getting you drunk wasn't such a bad idea after all" He called as Matt's body connected repeatedly with his. God this can't go on much longer, I'll eat him right here he thought. Meaning eat as in drink and steal his body. Wincing at the high pitch the music took on he was completly cuaght of guard by Matt's physical attack.

"Shit Mello" mumbling into the kiss that was all he could say before grabbing hold of him and slamming him into his body. Thier kiss going deeper, while Mello reached behind Matt and rubbed his hand up and down the boy's spine. tight shirt only macking conntact easier. "Matt." Lust and hunger crystle clear in his vioce. "matt we need to get home now." God he was so hungry now, and not just for his blood.

Pullinh Matt's legs around him he headed for the exit. carrying him swiftly through the crowd while he continuelly locked lips. Only stopping to let him have some air.

The sound wasn't just mindless bass anymore, and random guitar riffs. Women screamed and a robotic voice kept asking "Who's your Daddy?". Matt decided he liked this song. A lot. It was erotic and tempting, as was his mouth on Mello's. He groaned loudly as his body was smashed against Mello's, hand running down Matt's spine and sending lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through him. It was like a fucking tsunami had hit her. He found it delicious and addicting. And when Mello said his name, Matt bucked into him pulling away and gasping for air. "Home? Mello. Do me here." He taunted, smirking as best he could. There were bathrooms everywhere, but it was decided his order would go unheeded as Mello took off down the club, legs pressed tightly together against Mello's waist.

He felt like he should be screaming, head thrown backwards, back arched into Mello. Screaming and panting for more, more, and more. The exit was just up ahead and Matt slinked off of Mello's body and sauntered towards the brightly lit door. He leaned against it, hair in his eyes, back pressed against the metal. "Are you going to carry me?" He slurred, arms open for Mello, prepared for the onslaught of wind. Actually, he looked forward to it. That might help him bring back long lost senses. "Come and take me home Mello. Fuck me there."

Fuck I let him go! Mello thought watching him walk over thier like that God! Next time he got a hold of him he wasn't letting go at all. Moving after him towrds the bright sighn he couldn't help but notice how those jeans fit tightly to him, making him look more delitios.

Stepping into his arms he ran his hands over him before even lifting him off the floor. Yet agian his legs were forced to wrap around Mello's waist as they sailed past the club.
Running over the rooftops he ran one free hand under his shirt, while the other held him tightly. "When we get home your ganna fucking wish you hadn't siad that. Well then agian you did wish for me to fuck you didn't you?" He ran his hand higher caressing his left nub between his fingers. As they neared the house he was forced to remove his hand in order to open the window into the bedroom, completly ignoring the doors, porch, and whatever.

Mello shoved matt agianst the wall. He would have tacken him to the bed just a few feet away but he suddenly couldn't dtand it any longer. Pinning him by the shoulders Mello used the tip of his tongue to trce Matt's chin before kissing him har. Seconds whent by and he finally pulled back. "you look s fucking good right now. I don't know whether to fuck you, or eat you."

Matt closed his eyes, the wind was so calming. He finally let out a breath, tainted with the tangyness of his Snakebite before letting his head fall on Mello's shoulder. He was getting slightly better at this jumping through the air thing. And Mello touching him all over the place, and the clubs numbing music helped too. His body tingled all over, and he let out a soft cry, head thrown back and mouth open in a small 'o' as Mello groped at his chest. "Fuck me hard, yeah." He purred, after he heard what Mello was saying. No way would be ever wish he didn't ask. Matt was about to get butt pirated by Mello. The incarnate of sex itself. Why would he ever regret this?

He was panting by the time his shoulder were pinned to the wall. Briefly, he panicked and struggled before calming down and reminding himself that this was Mello. Mello would stop if he asked. Hopefully. No use getting worked up. He shuddered violently as Mello's tongue slid down his chin, before sloppy wet kisses were being placed instead. He whined, pressing his hips against Mello. "Y-You can do both at the same time, Mello. Just do something!" Matt was begging to me touched. To be hurt. To be loved. To be naked against Mello. Soemthing. Anything. Matt leaned in, Mello's lips too far away, so he settled on suckling at the pale flesh of a collar bone, intent on leaving his purple mark.

He arched his Neck into Matt's mouth, releasing the death grip on his shoulders. Placing his hands on the wall instead. "Hmn Both oh God Matt." Then it struck him. If he injected his venom, then Matt wouldn't feel any pain at all. A slow grin passed over his face. He was still going to be gently, he would still feel it in the morning, but it would be so much easier. Grabbing Matt by the collar he flung him on the bad.

Crawling slowly on top of him, one leg pressed between Matt's, he cuped him desperat to feel him feed from him, fuck him. Moving in a slow rythm he used his other hand to remove Matt's shirt completly, tossing it aside. Frowling deep in his throat at the delicate sight before him he ran his tongue from Matt's neck to hi collarbone. Were he gbroke the skin slightly, licking up the small amount of blood. quickly removing his gloves with his teeth he allowed his bare hands to run up Matt one more time before heading to unzip his tight pants. Throwing those aside he smirked at the black unergarment. Leaving that on for now. Pulling Matt up with one hand behind his back to enable more physical conntact he parted the silky material with his right hand, stoking him with two fingers. "Oh Matt" He hissed fprcing thier mouths together as he strocked faster. "Tell me what you want Matt." his breath heavy. "Tell me agian."

Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus Christ. Mello was a God. Matt was getting screwed in the ass by a God. He chocked as he was thrown onto bed, slightly winded, he looked up at the cracked ceiling. He tried to regulate his already hard breathing but groaned when Mello climbed on top of him. Something was about to go down. Something delicious. Matt cried out again, pressing down against the offending hand harshly. God, it felt good. Spots danced across his vision, and his jaw slackened, eyes lazing over. Matt had just totally submitted himself to Mello. All of him. Whatever happened, happened.

Matt shuddered feeling those teeth sink into his neck, sighing happily at the numbness and pleasure that followed after wards. He whined, leaning flush against Mello. "Suck more, Mello. I want to be numb. It feels good, Mello. Take me all." He breathed, too busy panting to get anything more than a whisper out of his mouth. He groaned, throwing his head back and displaying his neck to Mello as tight pants were thrown off. Oh, God. That felt so much better. Nothing was constricting him anymore, plus, two of Mello's fingers were still there. It was heaven. It was bliss. It was a sin.

Matt couldn't talk, his mouth being occupied by another far more important object. Mello's mouth. He panted into the wet cavern, practically sucking Mello's face, teeth nibbling at the plump bottom lip, tongue panting patterns inside his mouth. "What do I want? I want something in my ass. Now. I want you to screw me so hard, all I can scream is your name. Do it, Mello. I dare you."

Shit was all he could think of. Matt wanted him to fuck him and make him numb. "Every time you moan, every time you say my name I feel like I'm going to lose it." He allowe dMatt to fall back on the bed, removing Mello's own clothing before he even hit the sheet. Looking over him all he could thing of was My Matt, My lover, MINE.

Guiding his fingers over Matt's bottom lip, swollen from thier passionet kissing, he leaned in closser. Using his thumb to open his mouth he insserted his tongue, memorizing every curve and stocking his hot tongue. Satisfied he put his fingers before Matt's mouth agian. They didn't have anything they could use for this so this would have to do. Though thier won't be much pain.

"Good Matt. Shit your about to get your wish of becoming numb all over. If my bite doesn't work then i'm going to fuck you till you are." He shoved thier lower bodies together. Thier heated arousals coming into conntact. AUUGH! That was the only thing that crossed his mind at that time. All he could feell, hear, see, smell was Matt. God you make me hot Matt""

Matt swirled his hot tongue around Mello's fingers, nibbling at the tips and pulling away once he deemed them wet enough. He groaned loudly, something that could be called a scream but Matt was too manly for that, as their lower halves were ground together. He was panting now, and wondering in his lust-bogged mind why he wasn't eaten up already. Mello should have sucked him dry, with the way his hear was beating, and the way his face was flushed. So much blood so close to the surface of his skin, so breakable and delicate must have been hard to pass up. Then again, Mello was nursing a feral beast. The beast of lust. And now, at this moment, Matt was the only one that could satiate it. Matt tried to lean up again, taking a piece of skin in his teeth and clamping down hard, leaving his teeth imprints on Mello's neck. As if apologizing, he gave swift licks to the inflamed skin before letting his head fall back, exhausted.

"You're going to fuck me hard? Promise me. I don't wanna be unsatisfied. Make it so all I can hear, think, breathe, and smell is you and your name. Make me, Mello. Take fucking control." Matt was a master of words, and this was only part of what he could say. Being a sly fox, Matt ground their arousals together again, groaning dramatically and fluttering his eyelids. "C'mon, Mello. I want you." Matt was beyond the point of caring about the pain.

Mello barly held himself down. Damn him for twisting his words into a string that he couldn't step back from. "I'll show you Matt you won't be dissapionted. Reacting to his wet finger and the sting on his neck he zoomed down and licked the flushed flesh before sinking his teeth completly in. sucking nice and slow the desirable blood before pushing a finger in his entrance. Letting Matt adjust he put in the second digit. Pulling in and out slowly scissoring him. Trying to stretch and prepare him for something bigger. Pulling his fingers out after making sure to stroke his prostate a few times, he positioned himself at Matt's ntrance.

Letting go of his neck for just a second he whispered huskilly in his ear. "Sorry matt, no control here." Lapping up the blood and sinking his teeth back in he thrusted forword going deep inside Matt's ass. A muffled scream fell from Mello's lips. So tight..panting inwardly as he sucked the blood...so warm. Slowly he moved, jerking Matt closser with each thrust of his hips.

A scream ripped from Matt's throat before he had a chance to stop it. Sharp teeth buried themselves in his neck, gulps of his blood being taken away, and the ceiling fan above him was being a haughty bastard and jumping all over the place. Damn fan. "Mello!" He panted, not moving his head in fear of something ripping. Then he would die of blood loss in the throes of sex. And Matt would not stand for this. The pleasure of the venom, and the friction caused by Mello's dick being shoved in Matt's ass...it was mind-blowing. He couldn't even breath right, much less speak. The only things coming from his mouth were heavy pants, loud moans, and soft sighs. Good God, he felt like he could have died, and things would be okay.

"N-N-No control..." He sputtered, brain too overloaded with pleasure to even think straight. "Uhn! Fuck. Harder Mello! Hit that spot again." He yelped, pressing against Mello's flat stomach and groaned again at the friction. Matt can be a super whore when he wanted. He arched his back, eyes shutting again and hips set in their own motion. For every thrust upwards Mello did, Matt pressed down. Just a little more. Just a little harder. Just a little deeper. "Make me scream your name, Mello. You want that?" Matt asked, not even opening his eyes.

Desperatly he pulled away from matt's neck, sealing it with a lick before slamming even harder into Matt. "Don't..beso..arrogant Matt" He hissed, pulling his hips upward slamming into his prostate over and over feeling Matt's and his own tempature rise. "Well Matt" he groaned loudly "What do you say to that you fucking gamer." Each word punctured by his thrusts, which were incrasing in speed with every second that past.

God he was so hot, he had to make Matt coem soo. gripping his member he pumped him hard. Shoving his teeth back into the holes on his neck. Keeping rythm with his thrust he sucked at the forbidden treat. the sweat liquid hot and flowing ran down his throat, mixed in with the smells of Matt's arousal and longing. Shit he began to get a rythm going steadily, each thrust and pump added to by Mello sucking on his neck. Lets see you talk now my lover.

Matt screamed and sobbed with every damn hit of his prostate gland. He wondered why there wasn't blood ruing down his legs. Actually, there could be blood. He just wouldn't be able to feel it. Tears pin pricked at the corner of his eyes, and Matt let out a hoarse plead for Mello to stop. That it was too much. Just let him cum and get it over with. His vision swam, and it was probably because he was loosing blood. And fast. Weak hands came up to push Mello away before the flopped back to his side, useless. Matt writhed and gasped weakly, thanking God this wasn't a bondage case, or he would have passed out. Definitely. the grip on Matt's throat slackened, an he jerked his head away, pressing it into the pillow, comforted by the softness. The only thing that was soft. Hah. And he had asked for it rough. He was getting his wish.

Matt yelled out hoarsely, something resembling Mello's name, as his dick was grabbed and rubbed all over. He writhed again, not knowing whether to buck into the hand, or thrust down into Mello. Pretty soon, all he could do was buck, kick, thrust and yell out Mello's name. Matt froze, muscles clenching and jaw hanging open. Orgasm. He sighed softly, back arching and legs tightening around the slim waist. A wave of terrible lethargy and numbness took over him, making his eyelids feel like lead. "Mello." He whispered, groping blindly for the man. "Shit, man. Greatest thing ever." On his face were dried tear-tracks, sticky cum all over his stomach and Mello's chest, legs sliding from Mello's hips and onto the sweat soaked bed.

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