Hurt Me
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Hurt Me
AN: *cough* I really have nothing to say about this… I completely blame the song ‘Hurt Me’ by Kerli. It was on repeat for the entire thing…. And is what spawned this in the first place.
Suggested Listening: Hurt Me by Kerli
~Hurt Me~
Matt knew from the moment Mello walked into the door that things had gone badly. Now whether or not that meant he hadn’t gotten his picture back was unclear; the only thing that was clear was that Near had once again succeeded in pissing the blonde mafia boss off.
That was something Near could do quicker than any person Matt had ever seen, as Mello was trained in keeping control of his emotions to a certain degree. However the hurling of the cell phone across the room showed that any of his carefully crafted calm had been blown away by whatever had transpired.
“Things not go well then?” Matt questioned and lit a cigarette; something Mello hated. He absolutely hated Matt smoking inside, but would usually let him get away with just bitching at him. But Matt knew that he was treading a fine line today as Mello's eyes had narrowed and locked onto him as though he hadn’t previously remembered Matt had existed.
Matt couldn't decide yet if that were good or bad. “Did Near one-up you again?” he couldn’t resist asking and knew the second Mello moved from his spot in the kitchen doorway it had been the wrong thing to say.
And even more so as Mello's hard leather covered knuckles smashed against his face as he was backhanded and sent careening into the kitchen table. A pile of napkins fluttered to the floor as well as a misplaced salt shaker that cracked against the floor at the end of its decent.
Mello's boots treaded heavily and Matt was suddenly pinned over the table. “Don’t fuck with me.” Mello snarled into his ear before Matt was shoved even harder into the table; his stomach felt bruised and ached at the treatment, before Mello let go of him and backed off.
It was rare that Mello ever gave a warning and even rarer that Matt was in a mood to disregard it. “So Near did pwn you.” he stated and hardly a second later he was on the kitchen floor with blood pouring from a cut above his left eye. He didn’t even know what the hell Mello had on him that could do that, other than perhaps his gun, and that wasn’t exactly a comforting thought.
He ran his tongue across his lips and wished he hadn’t dropped his cigarette as Mello picked up the discarded stick and loomed ominously above him, expression grim. He descended like a hellhound on its prey and held Matt still in his arms as he placed the burning tip of the cigarette onto the flesh of his neck and kept it there even as Matt struggled to free himself.
“Shit!” Matt yelped but Mello merely laughed at him as he heard the soft sizzle of skin being burnt. Matt began to get nauseous from the smell, not that the burning pain helped any, and Mello must have sensed that as he pulled the cigarette away, pinched the end off, and tossed it into the sink before he stalked out of the kitchen without a single word.
Matt let out a few harsh breaths he hadn’t known he'd been holding and grasped at his neck which was in agony. Perhaps he shouldn’t have pressed his luck, he thought to himself. And just as he believed he'd dodged the bullet, so to speak, Mello was back in the kitchen minus his jacket, vest and boots.
Matt was allowed to see the well toned muscle that was usually kept well hidden under all that sleek black leather as well as the not so faded scars that adorned it. But what really drew him in was Mello's face.
Matt knew the look in his friend’s eyes, and it didn’t spell anything good for him despite the flow of arousal that had flooded his veins at the harsh treatment. It wasn’t a line he really wanted to cross with Mello at the moment. He turned to his side to quickly get up but Mello was quicker and he used a foot to kick him back down.
“You want me to crawl or what?” Matt asked sarcastically. He could hear the dark amusement lacing Mello's voice as he said “Surprise me.”
Matt realized that he had seriously pissed the blonde off and knew that despite his misgivings on the matter, he may just have to cross that line tonight....
He tugged his goggles off and tossed them underneath the kitchen table, where they would be safely out of Mello's reach for the moment, and leaned foreword to slide a hand up Mello's calf and continued up as far as his upper thigh before Mello kicked him in the jaw.
Matt looked up at the blonde as he spat blood out on the floor, careful not to get any on the blonde least he spark more of his rage. He rose himself to his knees to mouth the blondes penis though the leather and was surprised by the bodily twitch he received in response.
Mello groaned softly and harshly grabbed a fistful of Matt’s hair and used it to jerk his head backwards so that his neck was exposed. “You don’t want to play this game Matt, you won't win.”
“We’ll see.” he replied. He nipped at Mello's gloved fingers only to gag slightly as they were suddenly shoved into his mouth as the blondes other hand went to undo his belt. He bit down on those fingers and was punched in the gut. He curled onto his side and wheezed out breaths even as hands pried his belt open and slid it off him.
He heard it crack against something as Mello tossed it somewhere near them.
Mello's warm mouth, that tasted of chocolate and something distinctly bitter, covered his own and Matt was barely aware of when he was shoved into the wall so that he was pinned, trapped, until his head was jarred so harshly that his world literally spun around him.
He was in pain, as Mello's teeth bit into his lip, and his hands roughly grabbed at his painfully hard dick; and yet Matt loved every fucking second of it. Only Mello could ever do this to him. Get him so riled up that even pain became the greatest ecstasy he'd ever known.
Blood dripped from his lips and Mello licked at the line that dribbled down his chin. The blonde moved on to suck at his neck before he bit down hard on the junction between Matt's neck and shoulder.
“Damn-” Matt yelled in protest only to have it cut off as Mello's hand wrapped around his neck to cut off his voice. His throat burned with the pain of restriction and his chest heaved at the lack of air while gloveless fingers stroked him gently through the cotton fabric of his boxers.
He began to see spots and Matt honestly though he might just pass out when Mello finally removed his hand from his neck with a grin. “You can’t handle me.” Mello told him and kissed him chastely.
Matt knew that if he didn’t react, didn’t show that he was up for the challenge, that the blonde would pull away and the incident would be forgotten, never to be brought up again no matter how hard he tried. And though he may not have originally wanted to cross that line in the beginning, he was too far gone into this to just give that up now that he had a taste of it.
Matt took a breath and defiantly spit in the blondes face and his heart fluttered at the look of absolute fury that overtook the previously smug expression.
“Fine.” Mello said firmly and yanked him, uncaringly harsh, by his shirt and proceeded to shove him face first into the linoleum tiles as the blonde yanked down his jeans and boxers so that they pooled at his knees. There was suddenly a firm grip at his neck and Matt felt Mello's soft breaths on his neck while his fingers stroked at his skin.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mello whispered harshly, his voice thick with lust and something far darker.
Matt barely had time to feel the tip of Mello's penis nudge him before it was inside after one quick thrust. He screamed and felt something wet well up inside of him. He knew it was blood.
Mello pressed into him harder and Matt's erection was forced to rub against the tile beneath him adding a jolt of pleasure into the chasm of pain that had ripped through him in the last few moments.
“F-fuck-” he gasped. His body shook and though he probably could have stayed right like that for the entirety of their escapade, that wasn’t what he wanted. He wouldn't just allow Mello to do as he wished. Matt thrashed against the lithe body that pounded into him. He managed, after a few tries, to throw off Mello's rhythm just enough to gain the upper hand and topple the blonde to the floor.
He viciously attacked the elders’ lips and let his gloved fingers press bruising into his creamy skin, seeking to touch him, to feel him, in any way that he could. Mello moaned as he swirled his tongue across the hollow of the blonde’s neck and rubbed their bodies together in a grinding motion.
But Matt knew the second that Mello cut a third moan off short that he wouldn’t be allowed to stay in control; but he refused to let Mello win. He knew Mello would take what he wanted, what Matt wanted to give him, so he made it easier on them both and lowered himself onto Mello’s erection quick enough to earn a surprised moan from him.
He shifted a few times before a found a motion that was both harsh as well as pleasurable.
He could tell that Mello hadn’t expected the action, as he merely sat there for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of the new position. But the blonde was never one to stay idle for long. Mello sat up and Matt dug his fingers into the blonde’s shoulders for extra support.
Matt groaned as Mello's hands went to his hips and quickly took control of how hard Matt impaled himself. “Matt!” the blonde moaned into his neck. His teeth ghosted across the cigarette burned area before they sank into the tender flesh.
White flashed across Matt's eyes and he gasped loudly at the sensation. Mello pulled back to suck on the bloodied flesh and Matt knew the blonde was far closer than he would have liked by the way his motions had become sloppy.
He found it absolutely erotic how Mello's head dipped back, face scrunched up in pleasure, and a strangled moan escaped his lips as he released inside of him; some of it slipping between their bodies at the same time. Matt was still painfully hard but didn’t expect anything much from the blonde, whose breathing had just started to even out a bit.
Mello suddenly shoved him backwards onto the tile and his head connected so harshly with the floor that his ears rang for a few seconds afterwards.
“Look how fucked up you are.” Mello taunted as his only gloved hand ran across Matt's thighs to make him shiver.
“You’ve earned it.” Mello commented as his mouth engulfed Matt's dick. Matt let his head drop back to the tile and concentrated on the hot mouth that slid back and forth along his length, and it didn’t take long for Mello to suck him off into completion.
Matt’s uncovered eyes watched lazily as Mello swallowed all of it. When Mello pulled away a trail of semen and spit was left between them until the fragile string snapped and the remains stuck to Mello’s mouth and chin.
Mello swooped down and kissed him and Matt couldn't help but feel slightly disturbed at the salty flavor that invaded his mouth along with the bitter chocolate and ash.
Mello covered Matt’s body with his own and Matt supposed that was as close to holding as Mello would ever get. But he wasn’t all that picky. Mello continued to softly kiss him until their breaths had long since evened out to normal and their bodies had grown cold from the chilly kitchen floor.
“So did I handle you alright?” he murmured questioningly against the blonde’s lips. He was rewarded with a soft laugh and Mello's hand stretched out from its previous position in his hair to roam across his body.
“Who said we were through?” Mello asked and ground his already hardening penis against Matt's thigh. Matt couldn't help but grin despite the sticky blood that still oozed from his wounds.
Maybe he should piss Mello off more often.
-End Hurt Me-
AN: Yeah................. I wrote this at 5am THURSDAY........ after a day where I got 3 and ½ hours sleep and had already written my two shot “The Letter” as well as part of another fic. But was it ok? (I cant see straight anymore but I finished this in one go.. though perhaps I cant see straight because I’m looking at Mello? *shrug*)
REVIEW???
BTW, here are the song lyrics.
“Hurt Me” by Kerli
So full of rage
The human race
Hold me while I'm fallin' down
Rearrange what you have found
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
You hate my face
My sweet embrace
You hate me when I'm all around
Enjoy it when I'm burning down
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Suggested Listening: Hurt Me by Kerli
~Hurt Me~
Matt knew from the moment Mello walked into the door that things had gone badly. Now whether or not that meant he hadn’t gotten his picture back was unclear; the only thing that was clear was that Near had once again succeeded in pissing the blonde mafia boss off.
That was something Near could do quicker than any person Matt had ever seen, as Mello was trained in keeping control of his emotions to a certain degree. However the hurling of the cell phone across the room showed that any of his carefully crafted calm had been blown away by whatever had transpired.
“Things not go well then?” Matt questioned and lit a cigarette; something Mello hated. He absolutely hated Matt smoking inside, but would usually let him get away with just bitching at him. But Matt knew that he was treading a fine line today as Mello's eyes had narrowed and locked onto him as though he hadn’t previously remembered Matt had existed.
Matt couldn't decide yet if that were good or bad. “Did Near one-up you again?” he couldn’t resist asking and knew the second Mello moved from his spot in the kitchen doorway it had been the wrong thing to say.
And even more so as Mello's hard leather covered knuckles smashed against his face as he was backhanded and sent careening into the kitchen table. A pile of napkins fluttered to the floor as well as a misplaced salt shaker that cracked against the floor at the end of its decent.
Mello's boots treaded heavily and Matt was suddenly pinned over the table. “Don’t fuck with me.” Mello snarled into his ear before Matt was shoved even harder into the table; his stomach felt bruised and ached at the treatment, before Mello let go of him and backed off.
It was rare that Mello ever gave a warning and even rarer that Matt was in a mood to disregard it. “So Near did pwn you.” he stated and hardly a second later he was on the kitchen floor with blood pouring from a cut above his left eye. He didn’t even know what the hell Mello had on him that could do that, other than perhaps his gun, and that wasn’t exactly a comforting thought.
He ran his tongue across his lips and wished he hadn’t dropped his cigarette as Mello picked up the discarded stick and loomed ominously above him, expression grim. He descended like a hellhound on its prey and held Matt still in his arms as he placed the burning tip of the cigarette onto the flesh of his neck and kept it there even as Matt struggled to free himself.
“Shit!” Matt yelped but Mello merely laughed at him as he heard the soft sizzle of skin being burnt. Matt began to get nauseous from the smell, not that the burning pain helped any, and Mello must have sensed that as he pulled the cigarette away, pinched the end off, and tossed it into the sink before he stalked out of the kitchen without a single word.
Matt let out a few harsh breaths he hadn’t known he'd been holding and grasped at his neck which was in agony. Perhaps he shouldn’t have pressed his luck, he thought to himself. And just as he believed he'd dodged the bullet, so to speak, Mello was back in the kitchen minus his jacket, vest and boots.
Matt was allowed to see the well toned muscle that was usually kept well hidden under all that sleek black leather as well as the not so faded scars that adorned it. But what really drew him in was Mello's face.
Matt knew the look in his friend’s eyes, and it didn’t spell anything good for him despite the flow of arousal that had flooded his veins at the harsh treatment. It wasn’t a line he really wanted to cross with Mello at the moment. He turned to his side to quickly get up but Mello was quicker and he used a foot to kick him back down.
“You want me to crawl or what?” Matt asked sarcastically. He could hear the dark amusement lacing Mello's voice as he said “Surprise me.”
Matt realized that he had seriously pissed the blonde off and knew that despite his misgivings on the matter, he may just have to cross that line tonight....
He tugged his goggles off and tossed them underneath the kitchen table, where they would be safely out of Mello's reach for the moment, and leaned foreword to slide a hand up Mello's calf and continued up as far as his upper thigh before Mello kicked him in the jaw.
Matt looked up at the blonde as he spat blood out on the floor, careful not to get any on the blonde least he spark more of his rage. He rose himself to his knees to mouth the blondes penis though the leather and was surprised by the bodily twitch he received in response.
Mello groaned softly and harshly grabbed a fistful of Matt’s hair and used it to jerk his head backwards so that his neck was exposed. “You don’t want to play this game Matt, you won't win.”
“We’ll see.” he replied. He nipped at Mello's gloved fingers only to gag slightly as they were suddenly shoved into his mouth as the blondes other hand went to undo his belt. He bit down on those fingers and was punched in the gut. He curled onto his side and wheezed out breaths even as hands pried his belt open and slid it off him.
He heard it crack against something as Mello tossed it somewhere near them.
Mello's warm mouth, that tasted of chocolate and something distinctly bitter, covered his own and Matt was barely aware of when he was shoved into the wall so that he was pinned, trapped, until his head was jarred so harshly that his world literally spun around him.
He was in pain, as Mello's teeth bit into his lip, and his hands roughly grabbed at his painfully hard dick; and yet Matt loved every fucking second of it. Only Mello could ever do this to him. Get him so riled up that even pain became the greatest ecstasy he'd ever known.
Blood dripped from his lips and Mello licked at the line that dribbled down his chin. The blonde moved on to suck at his neck before he bit down hard on the junction between Matt's neck and shoulder.
“Damn-” Matt yelled in protest only to have it cut off as Mello's hand wrapped around his neck to cut off his voice. His throat burned with the pain of restriction and his chest heaved at the lack of air while gloveless fingers stroked him gently through the cotton fabric of his boxers.
He began to see spots and Matt honestly though he might just pass out when Mello finally removed his hand from his neck with a grin. “You can’t handle me.” Mello told him and kissed him chastely.
Matt knew that if he didn’t react, didn’t show that he was up for the challenge, that the blonde would pull away and the incident would be forgotten, never to be brought up again no matter how hard he tried. And though he may not have originally wanted to cross that line in the beginning, he was too far gone into this to just give that up now that he had a taste of it.
Matt took a breath and defiantly spit in the blondes face and his heart fluttered at the look of absolute fury that overtook the previously smug expression.
“Fine.” Mello said firmly and yanked him, uncaringly harsh, by his shirt and proceeded to shove him face first into the linoleum tiles as the blonde yanked down his jeans and boxers so that they pooled at his knees. There was suddenly a firm grip at his neck and Matt felt Mello's soft breaths on his neck while his fingers stroked at his skin.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Mello whispered harshly, his voice thick with lust and something far darker.
Matt barely had time to feel the tip of Mello's penis nudge him before it was inside after one quick thrust. He screamed and felt something wet well up inside of him. He knew it was blood.
Mello pressed into him harder and Matt's erection was forced to rub against the tile beneath him adding a jolt of pleasure into the chasm of pain that had ripped through him in the last few moments.
“F-fuck-” he gasped. His body shook and though he probably could have stayed right like that for the entirety of their escapade, that wasn’t what he wanted. He wouldn't just allow Mello to do as he wished. Matt thrashed against the lithe body that pounded into him. He managed, after a few tries, to throw off Mello's rhythm just enough to gain the upper hand and topple the blonde to the floor.
He viciously attacked the elders’ lips and let his gloved fingers press bruising into his creamy skin, seeking to touch him, to feel him, in any way that he could. Mello moaned as he swirled his tongue across the hollow of the blonde’s neck and rubbed their bodies together in a grinding motion.
But Matt knew the second that Mello cut a third moan off short that he wouldn’t be allowed to stay in control; but he refused to let Mello win. He knew Mello would take what he wanted, what Matt wanted to give him, so he made it easier on them both and lowered himself onto Mello’s erection quick enough to earn a surprised moan from him.
He shifted a few times before a found a motion that was both harsh as well as pleasurable.
He could tell that Mello hadn’t expected the action, as he merely sat there for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of the new position. But the blonde was never one to stay idle for long. Mello sat up and Matt dug his fingers into the blonde’s shoulders for extra support.
Matt groaned as Mello's hands went to his hips and quickly took control of how hard Matt impaled himself. “Matt!” the blonde moaned into his neck. His teeth ghosted across the cigarette burned area before they sank into the tender flesh.
White flashed across Matt's eyes and he gasped loudly at the sensation. Mello pulled back to suck on the bloodied flesh and Matt knew the blonde was far closer than he would have liked by the way his motions had become sloppy.
He found it absolutely erotic how Mello's head dipped back, face scrunched up in pleasure, and a strangled moan escaped his lips as he released inside of him; some of it slipping between their bodies at the same time. Matt was still painfully hard but didn’t expect anything much from the blonde, whose breathing had just started to even out a bit.
Mello suddenly shoved him backwards onto the tile and his head connected so harshly with the floor that his ears rang for a few seconds afterwards.
“Look how fucked up you are.” Mello taunted as his only gloved hand ran across Matt's thighs to make him shiver.
“You’ve earned it.” Mello commented as his mouth engulfed Matt's dick. Matt let his head drop back to the tile and concentrated on the hot mouth that slid back and forth along his length, and it didn’t take long for Mello to suck him off into completion.
Matt’s uncovered eyes watched lazily as Mello swallowed all of it. When Mello pulled away a trail of semen and spit was left between them until the fragile string snapped and the remains stuck to Mello’s mouth and chin.
Mello swooped down and kissed him and Matt couldn't help but feel slightly disturbed at the salty flavor that invaded his mouth along with the bitter chocolate and ash.
Mello covered Matt’s body with his own and Matt supposed that was as close to holding as Mello would ever get. But he wasn’t all that picky. Mello continued to softly kiss him until their breaths had long since evened out to normal and their bodies had grown cold from the chilly kitchen floor.
“So did I handle you alright?” he murmured questioningly against the blonde’s lips. He was rewarded with a soft laugh and Mello's hand stretched out from its previous position in his hair to roam across his body.
“Who said we were through?” Mello asked and ground his already hardening penis against Matt's thigh. Matt couldn't help but grin despite the sticky blood that still oozed from his wounds.
Maybe he should piss Mello off more often.
-End Hurt Me-
AN: Yeah................. I wrote this at 5am THURSDAY........ after a day where I got 3 and ½ hours sleep and had already written my two shot “The Letter” as well as part of another fic. But was it ok? (I cant see straight anymore but I finished this in one go.. though perhaps I cant see straight because I’m looking at Mello? *shrug*)
REVIEW???
BTW, here are the song lyrics.
“Hurt Me” by Kerli
So full of rage
The human race
Hold me while I'm fallin' down
Rearrange what you have found
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
You hate my face
My sweet embrace
You hate me when I'm all around
Enjoy it when I'm burning down
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar
Hurt me
See me crawling on the floor
Is that what you've been longing for
Hurt Me
Is this enough, do you want more
Go on, if it makes you soar