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Post by Youko on Aug 15, 2010 21:33:02 GMT -8
Lifting his head to take yet another bite, his mind drifted slightly to the few moments when they actually shared food as children, he sort of wished they had done so much more.
Actually, he wished they did a lot more together, even though they were almost always together before he left.
He couldn't help but wonder if it was too late to begin showing more affection to his friend. With a light shake of his head, he decided that it was the fever talking.
Upon hearing the other's statement, he paused in mid bite. With a light nod, he agreed "It's only fair. This is your room after all," Mello said before proceeding to take the bite. After chewing and swallowing he continued "besides, the bed is large enough for the two of us," The blond paused for a moment before smiling lightly, "it'll almost be like we're kids again."
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Post by Lin on Aug 19, 2010 8:54:48 GMT -8
Curious as to what the blond could be thinking about to make him pause in taking a bite, Matt watched said blond more closely as he ate. Taking a moment to stretch his arm while Mello seemed to have an internal debate with himself over something, though, it didn't seem to last very long. Though he was curious about what could have possibly been going through the others mind, he simply ignored it and repositioned his arm so Mello could continue to eat.
"I would have slept in here from the start...but.." he trailed off, not completely sure why he hadn't slept beside Mello when he first brought him back from the destroyed building. When the thought had occurred to him that first night, the brunette had quickly squashed it down and crashed on the couch instead. A part of him figured his hesitance was from not having been around the blond in so many years, so he wouldn't know if it would be alright to sleep in the same bed like old times. But now, with his mind made up and Mello's approval of the idea, Matt was determined to make up for lost 'cuddle' time over the years. Even though it would all be one -sided, he knew deep down Mello wouldn't mind really.
"Yeah.. like kids again.."
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Post by Youko on Sept 21, 2010 22:46:11 GMT -8
Mello actually smiled slightly when the other trailed off "I admit that it would have been better if I had woken up with you next to me instead of alone." The blond stated softly before turning his head away, not really able to eat anymore. If Matt brought the blond's kind words up later, he would blame it on the fever, but he would never take them back. Without the brunette around, Mello had gotten himself into quite a bit of trouble. Which is why he was even bedridden at the moment.
There was a soft sigh before he began speaking again, figuring it was best to speak his mind at the moment "...I'm sorry I left you there..." he murmured softly "I was angry at everything...and I didn't want to end up taking it out on you." The blond shook his head lightly, unsure of why he decided to say these things now "Before I knew it, I was caught up in the Mafia. I'm not proud of what I had to do..." Finally, Mello trailed off and went silent. Somehow, it all seemed like it was just a nightmare, but he knew it was more then that.
"...I wish I never left without you..."
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Post by Lin on Sept 23, 2010 9:56:37 GMT -8
With their conversation having suddenly turned rather serious, Matt silently returned the half eaten slices of pizza to the plate. Grabbing the ashtray afterward and digging around for a decent sized stub, he really needed some nicotine at the moment. But his search was fruitless and it frustrated him slightly, putting the ashtray back on the table harder than necessary before pulling open the top drawer. Once again rummaging around for cigarettes, finding several empty packs and crumbling 'em until he found a half full one. "I wanted to be in here when you woke...but there was also a part of me that didn't.." The brunette said quietly, closing the drawer and fishing his lighter from his pocket afterward then proceeding to light up.
Taking in a lungful of the toxic smoke and holding it, savoring the sweet buzz of nicotine for a few moments before exhaling. Watching the large cloud of smoke slowly fade away while listening to the blond continue to talk, feeling the forcefully buried pain and anger start to resurface. But there was also an emotion he hadn't recognized back when Mello had left, but now he knew what it was; loneliness. When they were kids he hadn't known that awful emotion because he always had Mello to make sure he didn't get lonely.
But now as he listened patiently to the blond speak his mind, though, he was sure later on if he said anything about it, Mello just blame it on the fever. Thinking of the fever suddenly Matt reached over and lifted the damp towel from golden locks, before laying a hand on the other's forehead to check said ailment. Smiling slightly to himself upon finding that the for-mentioned fever had broke some time ago. Oh well, he'd let it go if Mello still wanted to blame the fever for his kindness.
Yet at the blond's final statement, Matt choked on the cigarette smoke he had just sucked in to his lungs. Hurriedly putting the stick of tobacco in the ashtray as he coughed and gasped in air, a hand on his neck massaging his throat to try and calm his coughing more.
"Mello.." he rasped out, throat a little sore from choking and coughing. For a moment it seemed as if he was waiting for an answer, until he pulled back the blankets and slid under 'em next to the blond. Placing an arm lightly upon his waist and pressing his forehead into a warm shoulder again.
"...I was angry...at you for months after you left... but hurt mainly.."
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Post by Youko on Sept 23, 2010 22:09:49 GMT -8
He watched the brunette absently as he lifted the towel from his forehead to check his temperature. Mello still wasn't that used to human contact, he hadn't even been touched by anyone other then Matt...at all actually. No one but the brunette ever dared to touch the blond in any way. He didn't jerk away however, Mello somehow found that the other's touch was sort of relaxing. It assured him that he was still alive.
There was no real reaction when the blankets were pulled down, blue eyes just watched the other calmly as he slid under the blankets with him. The only thing he did was move his arm slightly so that he and Matt could be a bit more comfortable. Unconsciously he slid a little closer to his friend reveling in the warmth that radiated from his body. After a moment, he placed his right hand on the other's arm, being mindful on the burn on his arm and shoulder.
He knew that he missed this as much as Matt did. Maybe even more. Mello had no idea whether the brunette had gotten himself a girlfriend or had a lover. Suddenly he felt angry at himself for thinking about something like that. The blond wasn't jealous. He was never jealous. Just...Envious. That's it.
"I never intended to hurt you.." he murmured softly. It was Mello's way of apologizing.
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Post by Lin on Sept 24, 2010 14:46:31 GMT -8
"I know..." Matt whispered as he turned his arm over, sliding back towards himself a bit so he could grasp Mello's hand. And for a moment an old memory of them flashed in his mind, it was of the two of them holding hands and grinning wildly for no apparent reason. As it faded back in to the recesses of his mind once more, the brunette squeezed the other male's hand lightly to reaffirm they were in fact together again.
"I can't believe we're laying in bed together... and you're as naked as the day you were born on top of it!" The brunette teased as he pushed himself up slightly with his arm, a smile on his face as he gazed down on the blond. A part of his curious mind wondering if any but himself had ever laid eyes on a nude Mello. After all it was hard not to wonder considering the way his best friend dressed, clad in tight black leather all the time, surely he'd caused a few women or men to swoon and try and get in his pants.
And unfortunately for the blond Matt wanted to know to satisfy his curiosity on the subject. "Mello, been with any girls or guys?"
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Post by Youko on Sept 24, 2010 22:14:27 GMT -8
At feeling the other's hand grasp his own, he tightened his own grip only slightly to show Matt that he appreciated the gesture. Mello silently wondered how long they could be together like this. He found that he couldn't actually think of what his plans meant at this time. The blond just wanted to focus of the brunette at that moment. At least until the other left the room again.
A light flush formed on the blond's cheeks as he shot the other a rather heated 'if-I-had-my-gun-it-would-be-pointed-at-your-head' glare, though he didn't pull away from the other or try to push him away. "...It's your fault," he muttered moodily. It was nice to have a few things back to the way they were. And Matt teasing Mello was a very normal thing.
Mello blinked a few times in surprise before gazing into the other's eyes, a small smirk playing on his lips "Plenty," he replied "how about you, Matty?" the blond asked, reverting to calling him what he did when they were children. The nickname of the nickname. This of course, was basically a lie. Or an exaggeration. He still didn't like anyone other then Matt touching him.
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Post by Lin on Sept 25, 2010 13:54:32 GMT -8
The slight tightening on his hand was comforting in pretty much every meaning of the word for the brunette. It had been far too long since they'd been able to simply be in each other's presence, and now that they were, Matt had to take measures to reassure himself he wasn't in some twisted dream. So, while most of his actions were affectionate they also served to reaffirm Mello's actual existence there with him.
And without much thought of consequence, he released the blond's hand and boldly patted the inside of Mello's thigh. All the while grinning like child on Christmas morning, though, he was glad he'd chosen to put his friend's gun away so he couldn't find it easily. Because honestly he hadn't been all too fond of the idea of Mello pulling it out on him during one of his little rants of anger.
But as the subject returned to the topic of dating once more, the brunette tilted his head to the side slightly and smirked. "I should have guessed," he replied before taking on a more thoughtful expression and shrugging. "None for me, Mel... You know it's rather hard when you're inside ninety-nine percent of the time. But," he paused and leaned closer while looking the blond straight in the eye, their noses only a hair apart, "how many actually touched you?"
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Post by Youko on Oct 21, 2010 8:37:25 GMT -8
Mello was about to protest that the other pulled his hand away, but the sudden feeling of that warm hand on the inside of his thigh silenced him. To say he was shocked was an understatement. The blond merely stared at Matt, the light flush, that had faded, returning full force. Damn his body for reacting in such a way. The brunette seemed to enjoy himself quite a bit as well.
The longer he remained awake, the more he seemed to get his strength back. At least that's how it seemed with the way his body was reacting to Matt's touches.
The blond would have to search for his gun later on. Knowing Matt though, he either hid it, or got rid of it. Mello was hoping for the former. He liked that gun.
"None of course," Mello replied as-a-matter-of-factly as a small smirk formed on his lips, ignoring that fact that the other had caught his lie. Matt always did when it came to the blond. Then he thought of something, "Actually..." he paused for a moment and tilted his head to the side slightly as if daring the brunette to take action "one has."
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Post by Lin on Oct 22, 2010 7:29:51 GMT -8
After hearing that no one had touched Mello, despite however many the blond had come to his have his way with over the years. The brunette was momentarily relieved, until of course he was suddenly informed someone had. Unable to stop the treacherous feeling from forming, Matt did his best to reign in the jealousy he was suddenly flooded with towards this unknown person. Even if he and the blond didn't have anything more than a platonic relationship, he'd always prided himself on being the only person able and brave enough to honestly touch Mello. Though most of his actions had been innocent and friendly, they still gave him some sense of pride and possession of the blond.
Remaining silent and merely staring in to those deep blue eyes, eyes that were currently challenging him to make a move if he dared. While at the same time he was contending with his raging jealousy towards an unnamed and unknown person for having dared to lay a hand or even their lips on his Mello.
"Who was it?"
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Post by Youko on Oct 22, 2010 11:03:47 GMT -8
Amusement sparkled in those blue eyes at the question. To think that the brunette honestly thought that someone other then himself would dare touch the blond. Waiting for a moment to answer, he searched those eyes that were so often covered by tinted goggles. Mello was slightly shocked, yet pleased on what he found there. To think that the brunette had been loyal to him even when they weren't together. The blond suddenly realized something himself. Why he had called Matt in the first place. Why he didn't mind the other man touching him.
Deciding on an action, he leaned in capturing Matt's soft lips in a none too gentle kiss, wanting almost desperately to taste his best friend. Pulling away before the other could respond he gazed at Matt, that smirk on his lips again.
"...You."
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Post by Lin on Oct 22, 2010 11:11:30 GMT -8
For a brief moment Matt was confused by the new light in blue eyes, it seemed as if his friend was amused by his question. But that couldn't be right...could it? As he waited impatiently for an answer that didn't seem like it would be coming anytime soon. And with the way the blond was looking at him, it seemed as if he was searching for something hidden in his own eyes. But before he could even question it, said look changed to something more...soft. Now, he was honestly and genuinely confused, in the back of his mind he wondered if Mello had come down with a fever again.
That is until he was suddenly kissed by said blond, eyes widening in shock at the rough kiss that was unexpectedly bestowed upon him. And did he sense a hint of desperateness to it? Yet before he could even think to respond, Mello had released his lips and now simply gazed at him while smirking. Distantly he registered the blond's voice informing him that he had been the one to touch him. And in the next instant Matt found himself needly kissing the blond with out a care for being gentle.
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Post by Youko on Oct 22, 2010 11:39:10 GMT -8
All doubts fled his mind when he felt those soft lips upon his own again. He had, before Matt responded positively, dreaded that the brunette might be disgusted with him. That didn't seem to be the case. Before the brunette could pull away like he had, Mello brought his hands to tangle themselves in those surprisingly soft locks just above the back of his neck. His tongue nearly forcing itself in to taste that which is Matt. It was like a flood of emotion went though them, one that Mello knew that he was repressing before now.
At that moment, Mello wanted nothing more then to be where he was with Matt. Nothing else seemed to matter. Not Near. Not Kira. Not the fact that he could barely sit up. Nothing.
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Post by Lin on Oct 22, 2010 19:07:35 GMT -8
With his heart racing at a seemingly impossible speed, Matt was unable to think clearly anymore. The feeling of a pair warm and soft lips against his own, coupled with the odd but definitely sensation of another's tongue in his mouth, made the brunette pray that he wasn't dreaming. That he wouldn't just suddenly wake up and find that Mello wasn't truly with him or even that they'd shared such a desperate yet hungry kiss. If it did come down to that then he'd honestly know that insanity had finally taken hold.
Yet the feeling of fingers in his hair seemed to calm him, that simple action from the blond beneath him anchored his wild imagination easily to reality. This was happening and there was no two ways about it. And if that wasn't enough the sudden internal scream from his lungs for air reaffirmed the situation. Not willing to pull away despite the demand from his body, the brunette painfully continued to ravish the blond's mouth in return as his own was devoured. Until finally it was just too painful to keep up, Matt forced himself to break the kiss.
Panting heavily for much needed air Matt dropped back on to the bed on his back, running a hand through his hair in amazement.
"...Mello..."
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Post by Youko on Oct 22, 2010 22:00:55 GMT -8
The blond could taste smoke, pizza, and something that was so unbelievably Matt. To think that Mello had actually gone so long without ever kissing the brunette was something he wished was much different. If he had done this sooner, he would have had quite a problem leaving him at Wammy's. It was amazing how someone so simple, so innocent, could taste so good. Mello decided that if he were dreaming, he would shoot the first person who tried to wake him...except for Matt of course.
Mello, too, was panting for breath when the other pulled away. It was quite obvious that Matt was the first one he kissed in a long time, if not ever. The blond's fingers slipped easily from those brunette strands as he made a point to keep his uninjured arm around his friend. It was decided the moment their lips touched. Even the moment they met back at Wammy's House.
"You're mine," he murmured softly. Though words could be heard hidden in that one statement 'I am yours'.
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