Inevitable.
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Category:
Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,271
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Disgusting
Second chapter, and a bit short. I think it will be 4 finally.
Be aware that I use a different time in each chap.
2:DISGUSTING
He still founded his mind often thinking of Mello, and it made him feel pathetic. It was four years now since Mello had left Wammy's and almost two since he had done the same, but Matt could still close his eyes and imagine they were still running around the garden, playing football, or hiding in one of their rooms to smoke a cigarrette. He idly wondered if the blonde boy would still keep that habit, while lighting one of those cigarrettes and inhaling the thick grey smoke.
He lent his head back against the old sofa, lifting his always-present goggles and rubbing his tired eyes, and let the control of the Play Station drop to the floor in order to rest for a while.
Mello used to study a lot back in Wammy's House, even on weekends, but sometimes he made a break and went to Matt's room where he found the redhead playing videogames as always. He rather liked car races or fight games or something like that he could beat Matt at. Or at least think he could. Matt smiled at the thought. Haa, noone could really beat him at videogames....
He took another drag and closed his eyes, feeling sleepy. Or relaxed.
Matt didn't like people very much, being more of a solitary man, so he never had had lots of friends. He had neither had any longlasting realtionship, just one-time things. Boys or girls, he didn't care as long as they had a nice ass and didn't ask for something serious. Pretty sad, he thought.
Maybe it was some sort of trauma. He remembered how good Mello's body felt against his, how sweet his lips tasted, the warmth of his breath... He had touched Mello's body more that any other body, but he had never grew bored of it. Maybe it was because they were so so young then, or maybe it was because the blonde never wanted to go all the way with him... he didn't know. But what he did know was that those old thoughts still made him aroused.
He took the last drags of the cigarrette and threw it to the ashtray carelessly, while his other hand touched the front of his jeans, that now felt a bit unconfortable, so he undid the button and slid his hand inside, caressing the incipient bulge through the boxers.
He opened his eyes slightly to see the patterns the smoke still made in the air, and his mind wandered back to that day he always ended up replaying, as some sort of masochist ritual. He could see it clear as if it had been just the day before when he had spyed them through the slot of a half-closes door: Mello's small hands buried in the black mess L's hair was; L's bony fingers caressing the back of the blonde kid as if afraid of hurting him; the indecent sounds of pleasure from that young lips, entering his ears and hitting his brain -or other place a lot easier to hurt.- and making him want to puke.
Matt stopped caressing his groin. Thinking of that day was both an arousing and a revolting memory, and he tried to avoid the first part oppening a beer can and lighting another cigarrette . He didn't want to jerk himself off with that image in his mind.
He threw himself on the couch again ready to continue his battle in the digital war, but the sound of his mobile phone stopped the hand that reached out for the controller.
Matt had never been someone with lots of friends, he really didn't like people very much, but he did had a bunch of people he did bussiness with.. Matt was very smart, but he hated hard work, so a average job was not one of his interests, and bussiness -ilegal bussiness- were a easy option.
-Matt here.- he asked, holding the mobile between his ear and his shoulder in order to have his hand free for the game.
-...Matt... I need to ask a favour from you.
TBC
Be aware that I use a different time in each chap.
2:DISGUSTING
He still founded his mind often thinking of Mello, and it made him feel pathetic. It was four years now since Mello had left Wammy's and almost two since he had done the same, but Matt could still close his eyes and imagine they were still running around the garden, playing football, or hiding in one of their rooms to smoke a cigarrette. He idly wondered if the blonde boy would still keep that habit, while lighting one of those cigarrettes and inhaling the thick grey smoke.
He lent his head back against the old sofa, lifting his always-present goggles and rubbing his tired eyes, and let the control of the Play Station drop to the floor in order to rest for a while.
Mello used to study a lot back in Wammy's House, even on weekends, but sometimes he made a break and went to Matt's room where he found the redhead playing videogames as always. He rather liked car races or fight games or something like that he could beat Matt at. Or at least think he could. Matt smiled at the thought. Haa, noone could really beat him at videogames....
He took another drag and closed his eyes, feeling sleepy. Or relaxed.
Matt didn't like people very much, being more of a solitary man, so he never had had lots of friends. He had neither had any longlasting realtionship, just one-time things. Boys or girls, he didn't care as long as they had a nice ass and didn't ask for something serious. Pretty sad, he thought.
Maybe it was some sort of trauma. He remembered how good Mello's body felt against his, how sweet his lips tasted, the warmth of his breath... He had touched Mello's body more that any other body, but he had never grew bored of it. Maybe it was because they were so so young then, or maybe it was because the blonde never wanted to go all the way with him... he didn't know. But what he did know was that those old thoughts still made him aroused.
He took the last drags of the cigarrette and threw it to the ashtray carelessly, while his other hand touched the front of his jeans, that now felt a bit unconfortable, so he undid the button and slid his hand inside, caressing the incipient bulge through the boxers.
He opened his eyes slightly to see the patterns the smoke still made in the air, and his mind wandered back to that day he always ended up replaying, as some sort of masochist ritual. He could see it clear as if it had been just the day before when he had spyed them through the slot of a half-closes door: Mello's small hands buried in the black mess L's hair was; L's bony fingers caressing the back of the blonde kid as if afraid of hurting him; the indecent sounds of pleasure from that young lips, entering his ears and hitting his brain -or other place a lot easier to hurt.- and making him want to puke.
Matt stopped caressing his groin. Thinking of that day was both an arousing and a revolting memory, and he tried to avoid the first part oppening a beer can and lighting another cigarrette . He didn't want to jerk himself off with that image in his mind.
He threw himself on the couch again ready to continue his battle in the digital war, but the sound of his mobile phone stopped the hand that reached out for the controller.
Matt had never been someone with lots of friends, he really didn't like people very much, but he did had a bunch of people he did bussiness with.. Matt was very smart, but he hated hard work, so a average job was not one of his interests, and bussiness -ilegal bussiness- were a easy option.
-Matt here.- he asked, holding the mobile between his ear and his shoulder in order to have his hand free for the game.
-...Matt... I need to ask a favour from you.
TBC