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“We need food,” Mello proclaimed under his breath as he lounged on the old couch, legs spread, one boot-clad foot resting on the already broken end table, the heel of his other boot hooking on the edge of the sofa. His elbow rested on his bent knee as he nibbled mindlessly at a chocolate bar, eyes looking forward and glazed over in concentration. Mello stuck his tongue out and licked a neglected part of the bar, the fingers of his other hand tapping constantly on the material of the back of the couch where it rested.

Matt looked up partially when the blond had spoken, eyes hidden behind his orange tinted goggles. He was in his normal, comfortable spot on the floor, where he sat cross-legged, hunched over playing his handheld. Looking at the blond easily through his messy bangs, realizing he had yet to brush his hair again, Matt nodded slightly and turned his attention back to his game.

Silence continued to pour into the room, while neither made any move to say anything more. It was minutes before Matt switched off his game, moving his arms over his head as he stretched his bunched muscles from hours of barely any movement at all on his part. He straightened, cracking his knuckles as he crawled himself to a standing position.

Matt paid no attention to Mello, who followed him with his eyes, after finally breaking out of his dull mood. He stepped around the couch and the broken end table, though he didn’t miss the bad spot in the flooring, covered over by a at one-time plush carpet dyed a disgusting shad of orange. Now it wasn’t much the color of orange anymore, not with all the stains and…who knew…

The auburn brunette cursed, stumbling into the kitchen toward the refrigerator, rubbing at his stomach, listening to it gurgle with hunger. He opened the door to the cooler and leaned in. After a minute he straightened his back, a hand coming up to push his goggles over his eyes and into his hair, the tangled auburn locks sticking up every which way. He blinked and leaned back into the fridge, huffing and then shutting the door.

He walked back into what could be considered a living room, but wasn’t since it doubled as a bedroom, a bed with dingy unmade sheets was situated in the corner against the wall. It was also their base of operations on the Kira Investigation, laptops scattering the floor and the windowsill overlooking the alleyway and the building next door. It wasn’t the best in accommodations, but at least it had a bathroom. Speaking of a bathroom, Matt grunted as he found his spot on the floor, hands grabbing for his handheld and switching it on, he was overdue for a bath as well.

He snorted softly as he loaded his file, pulling his goggles back over his eyes, “We need food.”

Mello tilted his head to the side, chocolate bar lowering from his lips as his golden eyes narrowed slightly. “Didn’t you hear me? I just said that,” the blond growled, his stomach rumbling softly. At hearing the sound come from his own body, Mello groaned in the back of his throat.

Hunger was a weakness, instead of voicing himself, he tried a different approach, “It was your turn to go get the food,” Mello stared across the small space separating them. There was no response from the redhead, making the older male grit his teeth, dropping his foot from the end table as he sat forward, fisting the chocolate bar. “Hey! Matt!”

The auburn brunette gamer looked at him from the corner of his eye, hindered slightly by the side of his goggles and messy hair. “I’m right here. No need to yell,” he mumbled, looking back to his handheld, thumbs maneuvering the small analog stick of his PSP, expertly attacking the buttons in the process.

“I said it was your turn to go to the store,” Mello repeated, taking a large bite from his bar of chocolate. It wasn’t stabilizing his hunger and he wasn’t one to admit to it that easily. He needed something filling.

Matt huffed and continued to play, humming in the back of his throat to the BGM of the game he was playing. It was a catchy diddle that he nodded his head to ever so slightly, enjoying his time with his game. That was until Mello threw whatever was left of his chocolate bar at his head.

Pausing his game, Matt looked up, setting the handheld to the floor again. “Mells, what did you do that for?”

“IT’S YOUR TURN!” Mello snarled and stood up to his full height, added only by the half inch heeled boots he constantly wore. “Why don’t you ever listen to me, you ungrateful dog!?” he screamed, stomping off into the kitchen, in a show of dominance cut short when he clipped his knee on the broken end table in the process, cursing even more.

Matt rolled his eyes and stood, pushing his PSP out of the walking area with his foot and ran a hand through his messy, tangled hair. He watched Mello open the fridge door, look around before slamming it shut. The auburn haired male winced, hoping he hadn’t broke the appliance. They still needed it after all.

“I need to take a bath,” he spoke as the blond stomped back into the living room, avoiding the rotting spot underneath the carpet of the floor.

Mello sized him up with narrowed eyes, finally opening his mouth as he turned away, “Fine, whatever. Do what you want.” He walked towards the door, grabbing his coat off the floor by the door, straightening as he pulled it on over his leathers. He looked over his shoulder as he slipped his shades on, hand on the doorknob of the small apartment. “Take your stupid bath and I’ll go get some food,” he growled under his breath, mumbling as he opened the door, leaving the apartment and slamming the door after him, making the wall shake in his wake.

Matt crossed his arms and shrugged before, lowering himself back to his spot on the floor, reaching out for his handheld and unpausing the game, “Alright. Whatever you say, Mells.”

Matt blinked several times, his eyelids heavy as he finally turned off his handheld, stretching his body again, falling backwards against the carpet. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing evenly as he fought against sleep as it threatened to take him over. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked out the window, noticing that it had now turned very dark outside.

Scrunching his nose up in thought as he rolled onto his side, reaching out to touch one of the nearby laptops pads, his face illuminating with the bleach color of the screen as it flashed on from being on standby. He looked around at several of the windows that were open on the desktop, all showing hidden, silent camera video feed that he had installed to watch Misa-Misa.

Growing bored, his cobalt eyes flickered to the time display in the corner of the screen. 1:00 a.m. He raised a brow and rolled onto his stomach, in the process of getting to his feet, his muscles screaming out in protest.

If he was correct, Mello had been gone a little over seven hours. He continued to get up, stretching more of his body in the act. Grunting, he brushed his clothes off, before stopping and lifting the hem of his shirt to his nose and smelling. Oh, yeah, that’s what he had forgotten to do after Mello had left. Take a bath.

Matt trudged his way into the kitchen, scratching his stomach as he headed towards the refrigerator. Halfway to opening the door so that he could peer in, he realized why Mello had left the apartment in the first place. He sighed, closing his eyes, withholding an inward groan. As if to agree, his stomach chimed its two cents in with a low rumble.

He snorted and put his hands behind his head as he looked around the apartment. His eyes spotted the half finished chocolate bar, still encased in it’s wrapper on the floor by one of the laptops. Matt raised a brow and listened to his stomach talk. Instead of striding into the living room to seize the chocolate, he stayed put. There would be no way he would even think of eating something like that. The auburn brunette scowled, lips forming into an almost pout. He hated the bitter taste of chocolate.

And he wasn’t going to eat it, even if the world was ending. That was just how it was going to be.

Sighing, Matt made his way back into the living room, leaning down to grab his handheld up off the floor, eyes flickering to the chocolate bar. That’s when he snorted dejectedly, shrugging and falling back against the sofa cushions. Not like he was going to eat it, might as well let the ants attacking it have it instead.

He had just flicked the on switch to his PSP, when the apartment door opened, the blond male strolling through the doorway, with a paper bag thrown over his shoulder. He kicked the door shut behind him as he walked towards the auburn haired boy, dropping the bag into his lap.

Matt stared at him, before looking to the bag in his lap, then back to Mello who was stripping off his jacket, placing his shades into one of the pockets before dropping it back to the floor next to Matt’s suede vest coat. “What took you so long?” Matt asked, watching the blond, who was now coming toward him, looking all the dangerousness he had always been.

Mello smirked ever so lightly, placing a gloved hand on his hip as he loomed beside Matt. “Got caught up with some things.”

The auburn haired male snorted and looked back to the bag, “So what did you get me to eat?” he questioned, opening the bag and peering into to see the contents. “Hey, Mells, this isn’t—”

He grinned wider when Matt caught his eyes, “Oh, I know, I ate earlier,” he licked his bottom lip as he urged Matt to take the stuff out of the bag.

Matt protested, “But I haven’t!”

Growling, Mello narrowed his golden eyes, “So?”

“This isn’t a so, Mello,” Matt glared, dumping the contents onto his lap, fingers sifting through the pile of suede and vinyl. It wasn’t until he held up the suede cowboy hat in one hand, while he held up a red and blue checkered bandanna in the other that his face colored in anger, “Mello, what the hell is all this?”

The scowl darkening Mello’s face disappeared as he leaned over Matt, his features slipping into something more akin to enticement on a stick. Matt leaned back into the cushions of the sofa, trying to avoid the blond getting too close to him. He was still angry at him for not bothering to get him any food.

Mello’s hand came near his face, his finger running the length of his jaw, shifting down and tilting his chin upward so that he could look into the cobalt irises of the boy. “That,” he grinned, row of perfect teeth showing past his lips, thinned by his smile, “is what I want you to wear for me.”

Matt’s eyes widened, “Wha-- Mello, what?!”

The blond leaned in closer to his face, before tilting his head to the side and breathing along Matt’s neck. He licked at the exposed skin of the column of his throat, nibbling his flesh a little bit, before humming excitedly under his breath, whispering hotly, “I want to fuck you,” he groaned at the thought his words invoked in himself, leaning in to suck at Matt’s neck more, panting slightly, “in that, Matt.”

Matt exposed his neck more to the blond, eyes closed as he chewed on the corner of his lip, fingers gripping the material of the sofa cushions. He parted his lips and panted slightly, bringing a hand to grab a hold of Mello’s neck, holding him to him as he pulled him closer. Mello bit gently along the apex of shoulder and neck, sucking slightly every one in while. Matt moaned softly.

More stunned than he had ever been, Matt agreed without a second thought on a breathless mantra of Yes. Over and over.

What had he gotten himself into? It was a question he had asked himself a few times, as he had taken his well-needed shower, after being forced into the bathroom by a strangely eager Mello. He pushed the shower curtain out of his way, eyes immediately falling on the pile of suede and vinyl, the Stetson hat like a sore thumb sitting on top. He gritted his teeth and stepped onto the dirty floor, dripping water where he stood, grabbing an unclean towel to dry himself off with.

Matt dropped the towel to the floor, running a hand through his wet hair as he stared down with the pile stacked up on the back of the toilet. He inhaled deeply before closing his eyes and exhaling. Kira, what the hell had he gotten into?

He pushed the questions out of his head as he reached for the first article of clothing, or what was going to be his clothing. Oh, Kira, no!

“Matt,” Mello growled lowly from the other room, “hurry up!”

The auburn haired male didn’t get too embarrassed too often, yet as he held up the suede pair of chaps, with vinyl fringes decorating the sides of the legs, he could feel the blush rise to his cheeks. This was not--this could not--…it was happening, wasn’t it?

“If you don’t hurry up in there, you won’t get any food later!” Mello’s voice rose an octave.

Matt scowled at the door, before realizing quite late that Mello couldn’t see his angry face. Heaving another sigh, Matt dropped the toilet lid and laid the chaps across it, turning back to the pile. He set the suede hat off to the side, marveling at how the brim was upturned just the right way. The red and blue checkered bandanna followed, the one article he actually had the urge to put on at that moment.

He folded the square halfways into a triangle. It was slightly uneven, but then, who really cared? Reaching behind his neck, he tied the ends, then double knotted it. Looking down at his body, at the stark paleness he illuminated in the poorly lit bathroom, the bandanna his only clothing… He felt like he was getting ready for an all you can eat buffet… from Hell, considering his state of undress. It was like one of his childhood nightmares.

When he continued on his exploration of the next piece of clothing, he couldn’t hold back his groan. He held a sleeveless, vinyl vest with suede fringes along the triangle imitation pockets in his hands. It was a perfect match to the suede chaps. A whimper rose up as he grudgingly slipped into the vest. The piece was loose on his form, a strange welcome.

“What are you doing in there?” Mello purred through the door, his voice grown husky and exactly on the other side of the thickness of wood. “You’re not starting without me, are you?”

Matt sighed, and called out as he held up a holster for a gun, the bottom of the holster had strips of leather dangling, “You wish, don’t you?”

Mello placed a hand on the wood of the door, his voice soft, “Just hurry up, alright.”

The auburn brunette listened quietly to Mello’s retreating footsteps, his eyes falling to the chaps laid across the toilet. With a heavy breath he laid the holster back down and reached for the chaps, unbuckling the belt and stepping into the ring. He easily pulled them up and buckled them low on his hips. He grabbed the holster and added that to his wardrobe, leaning over to grab the strips of leather and tie them around his high thigh in a double knot.

Inwardly, he cursed Mello, and not for the first time.

But then, gazing down at himself in the ridiculous getup, he felt oddly powerful. The feeling was enough to send a jolt to his ego and in turn his exposed friend. Licking the corner of his lip, he ran a hand down to himself, stroking it a little with the pads of his fingers, before grabbing a hold of the base and pumping it slowly.

Mm, who knew a cowboy getup would be so arousing? But then, why was he imagining Mello taking him? AH! For the first time in a while, the blond had decided to top it all, exciting Matt beyond belief with the sultry sound of his voice echoing I want to fuck you in that, Matt.

God damn! What had struck the ex-mafia boss to do that? And let alone, the costume he was having to wear. He didn’t mind, just wished he’d been the one to pick the outfit instead. He would have at least chosen something with stripes. Vinyl just wasn’t his style.

When his eyes slid closed, he let go of himself reluctantly after a few extra pumps too unwilling to stop, knowing Mello would be tipped off to what he was doing. And he didn’t want that. Oh, no, he definitely didn’t want that. And like always, he’d give ten bucks, knowing Mello would realize that he was masturbating. Of course he always knew. Maybe it was his exuberant laughter that tipped him off when he was doing the enjoyable deed with himself.

No, couldn’t be. That couldn’t possibly be the cause.

Taking a second look at his arousal, he wanted to curse himself this time. Mello didn’t have to hear him, he’d see for himself. After all, a semi-erection wasn’t hard to miss. Not when you were the type to wear chaps.

Ahem! And, no, not that he was the type to wear chaps that is.

He looked longingly to his dirty pile of clothing behind the door, his pair of goggles laying out on top. Matt shook his head and reached for the hat, letting his hands get a feel of the material. He brushed a hand through his hair, shaking it lightly, water dripping down his neck and over the blossomed hickie along his throat. He pushed his hair out of his face, but because of years of training the unruly hair, sprigs still fell in his vision.

Matt stared at himself in the mirror and placed the suede Stetson on his head at a slight tilt to overshadow his eyes. It would have to due since he couldn’t wear his goggles. He strolled over to the bathroom door, making hardly any sound with the patter of bare feet. The auburn haired gamer grabbed a hold of the doorknob that was almost about to fall off, turned the knob and stepped out to face his doom.

His ass showing the entire time.

Mello held back his eagerness as he laid on the couch, eyes staring off into the blackness outside of the windows. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and the overwhelming passion took hold.

Yes!

He let the grin spread his lips as he continued to wait patiently, still fully clothed and lounging, eyes now gazing up at the ceiling, tracing his stare along the myriad of cracks. His legs were elevated, crossed at the ankles, resting over the armrest of the sofa. He was propped up on the other end, with an arm pillowing his head.

Hearing the near silent footfalls of the brunette gamer, and the mental picture of what he looked like, had Mello biting his bottom lip to contain his whimper of pure excitement, heart racing in his chest. Mindlessly, Mello let a gloved hand slide to the apex of his legs, cupping himself as he massaged the already straining bulge that tented his skintight leathers.

Oh, yes, just a little closer!

It was like he was controlling the gamer with his thoughts as the younger male walked around the couch, behind his head. He pressed himself back into the cushions as he applied more pressure to his restrained cock, his hand gripping tightly at the leather.

Let me see you! Damn it!

Like Matt heard his mental words, the auburn brunette stepped into his peripheral vision. And Mello couldn’t contain the moan of unadulterated need that tightened itself around his arousal inside of his pants. He tilted his head toward Matt, panting softly, taking in the entire sight of him.

Matt stood, a hand on his hip, just above the empty gun holster, eyes easily narrowed on Mello as the two meet gazes. Though he was surprised at Mello, he couldn’t blame him. He’d done it too.

“And you get onto me for starting early,” Matt mumbled, cocking his hip further out, gritting his teeth as his semi-erection twitched and hardened a little more. It was getting unbearable.

Mello chuckled softly, hand continuing to massage himself through his pants as he stared at Matt with a more than pleased look. “Well, you know, got to thinking of you in all that,” he grinned, motioning to the getup. “It all fits,” he said, his voice sounding amazed. He uncrossed his ankles and spread his legs slightly so that he could touch himself just a little more.

The auburn brunette closed his eyes, swallowing past the arousal building in his stomach. It didn’t take long, listening to the blond panting, calling for him to get closer, his member rose and hardened, the rush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks a violet shade. The thick flesh jutted out, making Mello purr in delight.

“Naughty, naughty little puppy…” Mello whispered hotly, grinning like he’d just eaten a canary.

“C’mere, Matt,” the blond moaned, eyes flickering all over the other male’s body. In response, he thrust his hips into his hand vigorously as he spread his legs wider, one limb hanging off the couch. “Matt, over here,” his voice was husky. Demanding.

Matt opened his eyes after having closed them to block out the sight of the ex-mafia boss from his vision. It was just too unbearable. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot, his own fingers digging into the flesh of his hips to the point of drawing his own blood. The auburn brunette caught Mello’s gaze and he couldn’t stop from panting himself.

And they hadn’t even laid a single hand on each other!

The blond narrowed his eyes, though the look of sheer longing in his golden irises was enough to calm the fierceness of his features. He rolled slightly onto his side, gripping the edge of the couch as he growled, “Get over here, now, Matt,” a moaned pant slipped off his tongue as he removed his hand from himself grudgingly, continuing to eye Matt, “If you don’t, I won’t feed you later, you dog!”

The brunette gamer couldn’t help but groan low in the back of his throat. It was just the way Mello had said it. The tone that he had said it in. And he was disgusted with himself and with the utter willingness that he gave up as he took the few steps toward the blond, the suede chaps brushing along his legs as he loomed over Mello.

The other rolled onto his back again, arching at the sight he beheld next to him. All his carnal desires and God was it good! Biting the corner of his lip, he smirked up at the gamer. His voice had lowered another octave when he spoke, “On the couch.”

Doing as he was told, mind shutting down power and all protests as he rested his knee by Mello’s bare stomach and hoisted his other leg onto the other side of the blond’s body. He was just about to lower himself down to a sitting position on Mello’s lower stomach before he was stopped by an almost animalistic snarl.

“Not there!”

Matt crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at his lover, “Then, where?”

He was again faced with that unholy smirk and no answer. And again he was sure his stomach had bottomed out with nothing but butterflies fluttering around as his cock throbbed just a little more. Mello’s gloved hands touched Matt’s chest, rubbing the warm vinyl up and down the expanse of his flesh covered by the vest, the slickness of the material squeaking slightly.

In passing, Mello rubbed and tweaked the twin nubs of flesh adorning Matt’s pectoral region. Matt whimpered softly as his nipples hardened and beaded under Mello’s fingers interest.

Mello’s golden eyes trailed over his frontal half as he lowered his hands along the skin warm through the layer separating him and Matt. He caught sight of the crescent moons on both of the auburn brunette’s hips. He smirked, raising a brow, yet said nothing as Matt swallowed, trying not to move. And he so desperately wanted to move! It was more-or-less a breath of air when the blond’s hands moved to the chaps and away from his chest completely, messing with the leather fringes. Matt hadn’t known he’d been holding his breath.

“Ah, that’s no good,” Mello hummed, “my cowboy doesn’t have a gun. No good at all.”

Grinning the entire time, Mello stuck his hand in-between the couch cushions, grabbing hold of something solid and pulled it out. The brunette gamer’s eyes widened, his member twitching in response to the sight of the silver Magnum. It was then, he realized, Mello had planned everything ahead of time while he had taken his shower and had gotten dressed in the bathroom.

He gritted his teeth as he waited patiently on his knees above the male. Matt watched closely as the blond, ejected the clip and emptied the remaining bullets onto the carpet floor at a measured pace, before sliding the clip home, back into the gun, with an expertise handling.

He licked his parted lips as he eyed the piece of erect flesh hovering just over his stomach exposed completely by the act of wearing the suede chaps as he slipped the unloaded gun into the holster against Matt’s thigh. He patted the heavy bulk of the gun, purring softly in the back of his throat, “There, now you’re all set to ride on out.”

Mello chuckled at his own joke, raising a brow as he looked up at Matt. “Come up here.” He pointed his finger towards him and crooked it, beckoning Matt to move upward on his body, “I want to inspect all of you first, before the rodeo begins…”

Matt swallowed hard, trying to ignore Mello’s baits at cliché jokes, as he shifted his body up on the couch, still on his knees, “This good?”

The ex-mafia boss sighed dramatically as he rested his hands on Matt’s upper thighs, concealed by the suede chaps. He smirked. “Put your hands on the arm rest and lean over, I got a little inspection that I need to do.”

Matt did what he was told, putting all his weight on his hands as he bowed over the blond, face contorted in askance, “Mello, what do you mean an insp—!” At once, he groaned, cutting his original thought off, clenching his eyes shut as he parted his lips and panted, blood pounding in his skull. Was he holding his breath again?

The blond shifted better underneath him, gloved hand curling around the exposed base of Matt’s erection, pumping it slowly as he tilted his head back to stare up that the brunette, “It’s just a little maintenance. Routine. Nothing to worry about.”

He chuckled more, turning his eyes back to his prize as he eagerly swept his tongue over the head of the member. Like Matt’s face, it blossomed and turned a darker shade as the blood concentrated to a single spot. Mello parted his lips and breathed along the flesh, listening to Matt whimper and shift his knees as he tightened his hold on the armrest, though he made no sound of protest, his body giving off his complete willingness.

Mello grinned, watching the auburn brunette’s arousal in his clutch. Matt had always been well endowed, though only smaller than himself by a little bit. He pumped the appendage, slipping his other gloved hand down along the base, teasing the prominent vein along the velvety underside with his thumb as he cupped him, massaging him fully. Matt moaned softly, biting the corner of his lip to keep quiet.

Continuing to move his hand along the length, while his other kneaded and worked the sac in his cupped palm, the blond’s mouth widened with his smirk at Matt’s abandonment of pride. The auburn brunette began to thrust his hips subtly into his hands as the muscles in his thighs, biceps and his back bunched up, expecting Mello’s further attention to his length. The leather gloves that he always wore added to the sense of pleasure, the slicky material warming even more.

Everything about the situation, minus the cowboy outfit, had the blond remembering his earlier days in the mafia. When he’d sought out his childhood friend from Wammy’s Orphanage for his help and someone familiar to add to his crazed lifestyle he’d adopted in the continuous search for Kira. Matt had been there with him for a while, only going into hiding at his request after the bombing.

It was so proverbial in everything that Matt did around him. Mello closed his eyes. As their relationship had begun anew while he’d still been with the mafia, he hadn’t been in the best state of mind at the time. Matt whimpered, begging attention without actually saying anything at all. It was something that turned Mello’s stomach still to this day.

He had treated him so wrong. Maybe that was the reason he choose to be the less dominate one under the sheets of their bed. As penance for beating Matt into a trained dog that knew when to bark or stay quiet. Mello held back his emotions, trying to forget the torture he’d put Matt through. He didn’t want this rare occasion to be ruined by him thinking of everything he’d done to him. No, Matt wouldn’t like that either.

“Mail,” he couldn’t help but whisper, “spread your legs a little more for me, please.”

The shock was written in the tension of Matt’s muscles as he did what the blond had requested of him, not questioning any of it. As Mello being the topper of the evening was rare, a please whispered on parted lips so sincerely was sporadic and never spoken. Much like the words I’m sorry, though he could almost hear them in the blond’s tone.

He licked his lips, mouth open as he panted partially, eyes closed in concentration, trying to imprint Mello’s strangely gentler touch to every corner of his brain. Situating his knees on the sofa, hovering over Mello, Matt got comfortable again.

“Like this?” he whispered back.

The air of almost awkwardness surrounded them, Mello’s hands constantly in the process of their endeavor. Though the quiet soon lifted with a moaned urgency from the back of Matt’s throat, his body tensing as his hips dilated in rhythm, thrusting into the blond’s hands.

“Mello…” he panted.

Raising a brow, Mello half-smirked, tilting his head back as he glanced up at the auburn brunette, “Hey, cowboy, slow your horses.”

Matt’s face flushed scarlet, nodded once and paused his movements, taking in a strained breath as his arms and biceps throbbed with the force of keeping himself elevated. Mello purred, looking back to the member poised just above his face, “That’s perfect, don’t go too fast. Don’t want to waste a good orgasm on a handjob do you?”

Matt didn’t reply, but then he didn’t have to. The blond’s smirk softened, even if Matt couldn’t see his features. His hands intimately embraced the auburn brunette, massaging and pumping easily and at a slow pace, the vinyl fringes along the legs of the chaps brushing his elbows as he worked. He tightened his grip, rubbing his thumb over the head with only a slight bit of force, watching as the blood thickened beneath the surface of the thinly layered skin of the appendage. It darkened and stiffened, the vein appearing more prominent along the full underside.

All thoughts of the past were tossed back into the closet where they belonged as Mello, nibbled his lip, opening his legs as he strained against the leather of his pants. Without a second thought, he lifted his head, moving his hand lower down to the base of Matt’s erection as his drew it into his mouth. He closed his lips around the sides as he sucked keenly, flickering the tip of his tongue back and forth over the slit of the head.

Chocolate was something he only compared to Matt’s taste, though salty, he knew the feelings he hid from Matt always believed the gamer to be the superior. Sucking a little too eagerly, taking in the velvety taste of his long time friend, Mello continued to stroke the length he wasn’t willing to take into his mouth. He wouldn’t allow Matt an easy release. He never had in the past.

Groaning hotly, Matt fisted the couch material and tossed back his head, forcing himself to keep his hips still, listening to Mello hum slightly in the back of his throat, the motion stimulating his length even more. The Stetson loosened on his head. He knew it was too unbearable at that moment. Sweat beaded on his forehead, dull nails digging into the sofa’s armrest, the material tearing in his grip.

“Nngh, Me-ello…” he panted, hips twitching to move as the blond’s mouth worked him, his devilish tongue arousing him more.

And the most strangest thing happened, or so the most mood-ruiner in the entire world. One of the laptop’s screen flashed on from standby across the short distance from the old sofa where they were currently enjoying themselves, the white illumination with the black N typed on the screen, Near’s voice echoing through the speakers.

“Mello?”

Matt groaned, however, not in lust, but dejected anger as he glanced over to the main laptop Mello did all his business and contacting with. The blond looked at the screen out of the corner of his eye, but continued sucking, though a little harder to gain Matt’s attention again.

The auburn brunette glared at nothing in particular, his disgust attacking his insides. Near had been his least favorite of Wammy’s Orphanage that he had the unfortunate of having to speak to on occasion. Mello growled, narrowing his eyes, hands tightening on the base of Matt’s member and the soft sac his hand was palming. If that wasn’t enough to gain the gamer’s attention back from Near, Mello moved his head, rocking the member further into his mouth and sucking fiercely, biting down with his teeth on the sensitive flesh.

Almost at once, Matt moaned loudly, squirming slightly, not enough to damage himself as Mello didn’t let up his harshness. He groaned hotly, tossing back his head, Near forgotten as he panted, “Teeth, teeth, Mello, no— ah, teeth!”

The blond gripped the base tightly, stroking it with a forceful hand, the other leaving to tread further between the gamer’s thighs, inching the pads of his gloved fingers along the crease of clean skin. Matt hummed his eagerness, still chanting No Teeth. Mello pressed his index finger at the tight ring of muscle that marked Matt’s long neglected entrance. Dryly, he edged his gloved fingertip slowly into him, the rigidity of the flesh clung to his covered digit.

Auburn brunette locks stuck to the sides of his cheeks and forehead, perspiration appearing along his body as the temperature in his own skin heated up, his back arching at the entry of the foreignness that was Mello’s finger. Out of sheer willingness, his body shifted, his legs spread wider, one knee threatening to slip off the edge of the sofa to join Mello’s leg resting on the floor. He moaned continuously, holding his hips back from moving, if he wished to choke the blond.

Mello didn’t move his slender finger, but allowed the clenching of Matt’s muscles to draw it in instead. He curled the digit and pressed along the inside walls of Matt’s body. The gamer screamed, his voice cracking as he could no longer hold back from thrusting forward, hips dilated as he rocked into Mello’s mouth eagerly. The blond adjusting his position quickly before he was choked and allowed Matt to do what he wished at the moment, pressing another finger at the tight ring of muscle when he retracted his other.

Mingling moans and half-hearted pleads to stop rolled of Matt’s loose tongue as he gripped the armrest in two fistfuls. Mello permitted the brunette’s body to take in two fingers, Matt wriggling around at the uncomfortable feeling he hadn’t experience in a long time.

“Want me to stop?” Mello asked in-between licking and kissing of the almost violet head of erect flesh, thrusting his fingers at a slow rhythm to stretch the boy without any sort of lubrication. On several occasions in the past, Matt had stated he hated the stuff, though he enjoyed it sometimes.

Whimpering at the friction, his toes curling, Matt shook his head at the idea, “No, don’t,” If was one of the rare moments that they shared time to time and Mello understood the underlining meaning to the unspoken words.

He’d missed it. And admitting to himself, so did Mello.

Not long after, Mello added a third gloved finger, stroking Matt’s entrance, preparing him graciously, something he hadn’t done in the past. But that couldn’t be helped. He planned to do things right this time around. He didn’t want to see the broken look in Matt’s cobalt eyes after it was over. He had grown sick of it and had taken it out on the poor boy, just because he was mad at himself.

One of Matt’s hands tore at the material of the sofa, the other loosing grip and making him fall to the armrest on an elbow as he panted, mindlessly thrusting his hips, though slowed by Mello’s palm holding his hip. His erection throbbed, Mello having abandoned it in the act of preparing him. Thinking of it, he could stand the pressure, the tightness in his groin.

“Hey, easy there cowboy,” Mello whispered, quietly nuzzling Matt’s stomach at the tender flesh around the newly pierced navel. A whim of Matt’s, said he’d always wanted one, “I’m almost finished, don’t want to rush things. We always do that,” he gently licked around the slightly red skin that was healing slowly. The piercing had caused a bruise, but it seemed almost gone now.

Matt nodded, panting hard between clenched teeth as he tried to resist the urge to move his hand to himself and jack off, “Mello, please, I’m ready…”

As virtually non-existent as Mello’s pleads were, so were Matt’s. Mello closed his eyes, gloved fingers stoking the inner walls of his lover, as he moved his hand back and forth, the angle hard, but necessary nonetheless. The open lapels of the vinyl vest dangled above Mello’s head, the fringes bugging him slightly as he caressed the half-moon shapes indented on Matt’s hips, “Just a few more minutes, the rodeo can wait.”

The hat threatened to fall off of Matt’s head as he tossed it back again, growling in annoyance, but the Stetson stayed loyal and didn’t budge. Mello curled the three fingers inside of Matt and massaged one side of inner flesh with the slick material covering his digits. Matt bucked, his voice lost to a animalistic growl.

Removing the fingers, Mello sucked lightly on the piercing before gently kissing it. “Alright, alright,” he pushed at the center of Matt’s chest with his hand, motioning for him to get up. Matt eagerly complied, hopping off the couch and standing tall, his knees a little weak. A hand coming up to rest on the top of the hat to reposition it.

Mello stood, eyes focused on Matt’s entire body image and the way the vinyl vest clung to his chest, the chaps willowy even with the heavy material it was made out of. The holster still was buckled, though the belt had ridden up over the top of the chaps. He stepped forward and caught the gamer’s lips against his, pulling him close, hands gripping his hips as he caressed the sweaty flesh. Matt moaned into Mello’s lips, parting his to allow Mello’s tongue to stroke his own, Mello’s gloved fingers beneath his chin to hold his head still as the kiss deepened. Seconds of the continuous kiss soon broke apart, the two panting, staring into each other’s eyes.

The blond ex-mafia boss gave a half-smile to the boy, thumb lightly caressing small circles on the underside of his jaw, “Go stand by the bed.”

Without question, Matt submitted to Mello for not the first time that night. Matt pulled away and stepped toward the bed, the chaps brushing against his legs as he fixed the holster. Mello’s smile turned devious in the span of a few seconds as he followed Matt across the small space from the sofa to the double bed they shared in the corner. Matt looked at Mello and nothing had to be said.

Mello nodded once and unzipped his leather vest, shrugging out of it and tossing it over his shoulder. Next, bent over to unzip the sides of his boots, kicking his feet from the leather. He striped himself of the gaudy belt and unlaced his leather pants, before shimming out of them, his naked and revealed erection jutting out. Breathing a sigh, Mello looked toward Matt again, who had shrugged out of the fringed vest, he, himself, had been wearing as part of the costume.

Mello laughed under his breath, “You leaving the rest of it on?”

Matt raised a brow, “Wasn’t I suppose to?” He ran a finger along the brim of the hat and cocked a cheesy grin, shooting his finger at him in the style of an imitation gun. It was enough to make Mello laugh a little louder.

“You look nothing like Clint Eastwood,” he stated.

The gamer stared at him, a mock of complete seriousness. He opened his mouth, then decided against whatever he was going to ask and instead declared, “Never mind. I don’t wanna to know.”

Silence fell as Mello pealed his gloves off his hands before running his fingers through his hair, crawling onto the bed a second later, Matt appreciating the view he received of the perfectly round milky sight of skin like Mello had done to him just minutes earlier. The blond situated himself among the dingy sheets that needed a good wash, his legs spread openly, resting back on his elbows, erection laid against his stomach invitingly. Matt had to bit the corner of his lip to stifle the admiring groan in the back of his throat.

Mello grinned, eyes half-lidded in lust as he revolved his own golden irises over Matt’s exposed body. Raising an eyebrow he tilted his head back ever so slightly, showing off his chest and the column of his throat, his Adam’s apple quivering as he swallowed his desire. He brought his head up to stare into Matt’s cobalt eyes, no longer obscured by his orange goggles. The blond licked his lips seductively, his voice husky.

“Now, my little cowboy,” he purred, lips thinning as he smiled more largely, zeal dancing in his eyes, “mount your horse.”

Hesitation be damned, Matt crawled onto the bed, up in-between Mello’s parted thighs. He touched the velvet skin of the other male’s muscled yet slender calves, hands running up to the apex of his legs, before looking up to meet Mello’s golden eyes. The blond panted and nodded quickly, eyes half-lidded in eagerness.

The gamer repositioned himself over the blond, knees on either side of Mello’s hips as he gently took the other’s erection into his palms, holding it up and rubbing the pearlescent liquid off the head with his thumb. The tip darkened and throbbed hotly in his palms. He held onto one of Mello’s shoulder with a hand, the other keeping Mello’s erection steady beneath him as he readied himself. Before he lowered his body fully down onto him, the tip of Mello’s cock brushing against his puckered entrance that quivered, he was stopped by the blond, who growled out sharply and took a handful of his hair, yanking brutally.

He almost yelped, but held silent. The old Mello was shinning through.

Pausing, lessening his hold on Matt’s auburn brunette hair, Mello softened his tone slightly as he realized what he’d done. He cleared his throat a few times, before meeting the cobalt eyes of his lover, “Not that way, turn around,” And after that, “Please,” he whispered.

Nodding his understanding, Mello released Matt’s hair. Silently, Matt tried to make his movements quick as he got situated to Mello’s liking, his back facing the other. Mello purred, running a hand up his back, the other gripping himself and massaging slowly as he trailed the hand down over the brunette’s rear, before spreading his flesh and panting, “That’s it, c’mon. Time to tame the beast.”

Matt groaned at the feel of Mello’s hand, normally clothed in leather gloves, before he panted out several incoherent sounds as he reached between his legs to hold himself ready. He slowly lowered his body, feeling the head of Mello’s cock brushing his entrance before it was pushing past the ring of muscle and inside of him. His knees shook as he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut, panting hard in complete ecstasy as he fell to his elbows between Mello’s parted legs, waiting for Mello to fill him fully.

Mello purred in the back of his throat, removing his hand as Matt sunk down on him. He tossed back his head and moaned hotly, placing his hands on Matt’s sides, caressing his hips. The room was filled with silence, only the heavy breathing of the two of them as they grew accustomed to the different position.

It had been a while since he’d been the one to enter Matt. A very long while. He had almost forgotten how good it felt being sheathed by all the most heat contracting around him. He waited several heartbeats after he was taken to the hilt by the younger male’s body, before he reached his hand to where they were intimately joined, fingers caressing and soothing the stretching skin.

The brunette moaned loudly at the mere touch, panting as he buried his face into the sheets, gripping the material in his fists, the Stetson hat once again threatening to fall off his head.

“Mail,” Mello panted.

He turned his head to the side slightly, mouth open as he whimpered, body contracting around the thick flesh inside of him again.

“Mail,” Mello repeated.

He received a groan as an answer.

Growling, Mello dug his black painted nails into Matt’s hip as he pressed at the muscle tightened around him. “Answer me.”

“M-Mihael…” he whimpered, trying to not rock his body for fear he would anger the blond.

Mello smiled and lightened his touch, running both his hand along the rise of Matt’s ass, caressing him as he trailed them up as far as he could without moving his position. He rubbed circles along his lower back, eying the arch of spinal cord hidden beneath a few layers of skin.

“C’mon, Mail, you’re a cowboy. Aren’t you?” He closed his eyes and tried desperately to stay still. “C’mon, you have to start the rodeo.”

Matt groaned into the sheets and nodded, biting his lip to stop the other sounds of arousal that were threatening to roll off his tongue. Matt rose up on his elbows then to his hands, though slower as he pressed down further on Mello’s erection, the blond going deeper inch by delicious inch as he straightened.

Mello panted and released a profound groan, “That’s it, now ride.”

Giving himself over to desire and all willingness to please both their strained libidos, Matt rocked his hips subtly, grinding against him as his own hands went to himself, to massage his throbbing member. His movements picked up in tempo as he began to slightly bounce his body, listening to Mello’s guttural moans.

He panted, knees throbbing to stop the extensive exercise. Once again he fell forward, hands bracing himself up on Mello’s legs, as he rocked, taking all weight off his ankles. Though it didn’t take long for Mello to grab a hold of Matt’s hips to keep him still as he slid out of him partially, before thrusting back in, creating a new kind of long forgotten friction between them. Moaning, one of Matt’s hands returned to his erection, panting and calling out softly, his syllables broken up as Mello continued to thrust into him at an even pace that was maddening.

What broke all straws, was when Mello drew back his hand, eyes gazing hotly over the rise of the younger male’s ass that was engulfing his length completely, to the hilt each thrust, each rock, each grind. Without another single beat of hesitation he slapped the pale flesh of Matt’s rear, growling out unrecognizably, “Ride’em cowboy!”

Matt arched, trying to straighten as his free hand hoisted himself up and going up to his head to hold the Stetson on. Matt couldn’t stop the moans, the breathless whimpers of more, nor could he stop the mewls of ecstasy from taking seize of him. He felt dirty as he grinded, rocked, lifted up, and slid his body up and down along the invading member of his lover all the while having Mello thrust almost violently into him as he lowered. He didn’t care, all he wanted was to keep Mello this close to him. This gentle moment that was so rare between them.

Mello thrust upward into his lover, the bed creaking every third of fourth thrust that was increasingly getting deeper and rougher as time elapsed. Perspiration gathered along his body, his ivory tanned body glistening in the dim light of the living room. Matt’s body mirroring his. Their flesh and joining bodies slapped against each other, mingling with the room filled of their delicately intimate music they shared with the other.

The muscles in the auburn brunette’s thighs began to hurt him again, so he instead, though surprisingly, laid back against Mello’s chest, hand leaving the hat to tangle into Mello’s golden locks damp with sweat. The Stetson tumbled off his head and rolled off the bed as Mello continued to thrust upward into Matt, his movements picking up slight speed in the new position.

Growling softly, Mello used his knees to spread Matt’s chap covered legs further apart as he raised his hips off the bed and pounded into him, Matt mewling and tossing his head back, tightening his grasp on Mello’s blond hair. Mello held Matt’s hip with one hand, eyes watching Matt continue to pleasure himself at a fevered pace as his other hand trailed up the brunette’s chest, fingers taking hold of one of Matt’s nipples again. He tweaked it and rolled the flesh between his thumb and forefinger until it beaded.

Matt arched with Mello as he slammed into him, the auburn brunette leaning his head forward, pressing his chin tightly to his chest, teeth taking hold of the bandanna as gritting down as he clenched his eyes shut. He moaned in the back of his throat, meeting all of the violent plunges into his body, stretching him even more. He continued to massage and pump his erection that was hard and throbbing in his hand at a different tempo than Mello.

Mello buried his face into Matt’s neck, avoiding the bandanna tied around his neck as he sucked on his throat, creating a blossoming hickie on the other side to match the other. He rocked into him, hips coming off the mattress each thrust as he panted hard, moaning hotly into Matt’s neck.

Matt arched, his hand pumping himself as he moved with Mello. His mind was dizzying out of control, head light, body throbbing all over. He couldn’t stop himself, even if he tried. Minutes of a drawn out moan that turned into a keening wale of ecstasy, releasing from Matt’s parted lips as he came into his hand, splattering all over his lower stomach, muscles tightening all throughout his body.

With almost an arousing satisfaction, Mello watched, through his shaggy bags sticking to his cheeks and forehead. Not quite to his end, but getting close, Mello continued to pound into Matt’s body, hands now holding his hips to hold his bucking body still, the heightened sense of pleasure too much for him. Matt mewled, his moan broken as Mello thrusted into him, their slapping skin jolting him each time.

Mello met his end with a burst of light coloring his vision as his body spasming, groaning low in his throat as Matt’s body milked him. Minutes stretched as they lay there on the sweat soaked sheets, trying to gain a semblance of reality and recognition of what they had been doing.

Regaining his breath and loss of vision, Mello blinked color into his sight, inhaling shallowly as he turned his head to Matt, the weight of his body heavy on his. Matt’s face was turned away from him, auburn locks hiding his features.

“Mail,” he whispered softly.

No response.

He shrugged his shoulder to twist Matt’s face toward his. It was then he realized his young lover had passed out. He kissed the boy’s parted lips, licking the saliva that had gathered at the corner of his mouth, arms wrapping around Matt’s waist and hugging him closer to his chest.

Matt awoke to a blinding flash behind his eyelids. He groaned, a headache pounding in his temple as he sat up on his elbows, a hand rubbing at his eyes. He cracked an eyelid and looked up at Mello who was looming next to him, shaking something flimsy in his hand.

When realization kicked in, both his eyes widened and his brow shot into his hairline. Those couldn’t be--could they?!

“Oh, you’re awake,” Mello piped up, continuing to shake the flimsy objects in his hands. “I went out and got you some food a few minutes ago. It’s in the refrigerator,” he pointed over his shoulder to signify that it was really in there.

Matt nodded, eyes focusing on the objects in Mello’s hold, “What are those?”

“These?” Mello’s features lit up with a smirk, “Pictures.”

“What?!”

“Don’t be mad.” Mello raised an eyebrow and cocked his hip. He was fully dressed like he normally was, right down to his boots and gloves again. Matt somehow felt embarrassed of the way he knew he probably looked at that moment in time.

He blushed brightly at the mention of pictures of him in the horrendous outfit. He could still feel the burning sting running down his inner thigh from their earlier activity. He looked up with wide, cobalt eyes, “Mello…”

The ex-mafia boss held up a gloved hand as his phone began to ring simultaneously as the computer monitor flickered on with a white screen and the letter N. Matt grumbled, though didn’t say anything as he got up from the bed and meandered back to the bathroom.

Mello wasn’t paying any attention to him when he came out of the bathroom, dressed in his normal attire that was in desperate need of a wash too. He sighed as he watched Mello continue to talk on the phone quietly, while he listened to Near speak. Matt sighed as he tossed the empty Magnum onto the sofa cushions next to Mello's before he slipped his goggles on over his eyes and headed off to the kitchen, opening the fridge to peer inside.

The blond hummed lowly, before pausing and calling out over his shoulder, “Hope you like chocolate cake. That’s all they had.”

Matt’s stomach rumbled, “MELLO!”