Another Day

Another Day, Part One

Given the option, Matt would always choose playing a video game over saving the world. In a previous life, or what seemed like a previous life that seemed far, far away, he had rarely been given the choice because his life belonged to Mello and Mello wanted to be number one. You didn’t become number one by beating Final Fantasy VII in its entirety (even Ultima Weapon) in less than two days. According to Mello.

Now, in this new life, the one where he didn’t belong to Mello because Mello belonged to Light, he had choices. Light liked giving choices, because when you chose right he won entirely and when you chose wrong he got to punish you anyway. The second part was the trouble with Light. You never knew when he was going to drop the successful patriarchal caretaker of the world bit and revert back to being the angry megalomaniac dark angel with a pair of handcuffs and a deceptively innocent pen. Sure, having L and Mello to fuck and Near and Matt to tease kept him in a fairly good mood most of the time, but there were always those days when L was being too clever and difficult about not killing criminals until proven guilty and Mello was just trying too hard and Near was being too aloof and Matt’s cigarette smoke and repetitive video game sound effects were too irritating.

Usually, on these days, Light would a.) Fight with L until they dissolved into all of their sexual tension, or b.) Fuck Mello until he started speaking English words with Japanese sentence structure and German pronunciations. That was funny. This was not. This was not funny because this was not Light fucking L or Mello. This was Light threatening them into leaving the room---“L Lawliet, Mihael Keehl, get out of my sight. Now.”---and them leaving, L slouching like a kicked puppy, and Mello looking like a haughty princess whose Dad just told her she wasn’t getting a Porsche for her Sweet 16. This was an angry Light alone in a room with just Near and Matt. This was Matt left alone in a room with an extremely frustrated dictator and a virginal ice princess trapped in childhood.

Matt closed his eyes. He paused his video game (of course, Cloud had just gotten his limit break). He inhaled as much nicotine into his lungs as he possible could. He ran through some of the mental pictures he’d constructed from listening to Mello moan in Light’s room. He inhaled. It wasn’t helping. He opened his eyes.

Light strode (for Light couldn’t ever just walk, could he?) over to Near first, and so Matt relaxed a fraction. It wasn’t an important fraction. In fact, once you rounded up he really hadn’t relaxed at all. The chances, after all, of Near actually reducing Light’s frustration were approximately zero. Near probably didn’t even understand the concept of reducing frustration, let alone the particular technique Mello did with his tongue that was guaranteed to do it.

While Matt was attempting to remember all of Mello’s lessons on his special little trick (hadn’t the X-Box 360 come out that week?), Light had already begun to loom over Near’s pathetic little form. He looked up from his action figures. Light looked down from his power trip. Near looked down at his action figures. Matt winced.

As if he knew that Matt was two and a half seconds away from uncharacteristically abandoning his video game console and bolting, Light addressed him without taking his eyes off of Near.

“Mail,” he said, “your cigarette is burning out. I’d advise you to remove it from your mouth before it causes any damage.”

Clearly unaware of his own peril, Near deigned to shift his attention away from his toys long enough to chime in on Matt’s bad habit.

“Matt,” Near said, “you should not smoke. It increases your chances of experiencing a variety of illnesses.”

Despite a half-formed urge to burst out in half-crazed laughter, Matt took one last long pull on his cigarette before calmly removing the remains of it and hastily stubbing it out on a nearby end table. His fingers briefly itched and twitched towards the almost full pack he had stuffed in the seat cushions, but he managed to repress the urge by retaking hold of his controller.

Matt wanted to take a moment to assess the situation and attempt to make a reasonably clever escape plan. He wanted to make a joke or say something charming that would make Light give him a pass and molest Near all on his own. He smiled at Light, even though he was mostly terrified to find his eyes still focused on him instead of Near. He opened his mouth, trusting his words to do their job. Unfortunately, they never had a chance to clock-in.

As soon as his tongue started to form a syllable, Light just shook his head, one single movement across a horizontal axis and Matt felt his mouth close. Light pointed at Matt’s chair, just barely with one finger, and smiled. Matt felt his muscles relax into the cushions even as his heart jolted forward at top speed.

He watched Light’s eyes as they turned back towards Near. He exhaled in quiet relief, hoping that the shift meant that this was going to be a spectator sport with Matt on the sidelines. He melted a little more into the chair to watch.

Light’s eyes gleamed a terrifying shade of fire and blood, and he yanked Near up and off the floor by his soft little chin with one hand like he meant to bring his mouth up with or without the rest of him. As soon as Near’s body came scrambling up to avoid serious neck injury, Light gathered him entirely into his arms and slammed his soft little body against him. The plastic figures he’d been holding clattered against the tile floor. Near was so small, and Light so deceptively strong, that he’d lifted Near entirely off of the ground. He dangled sort of limply for a bit before he got the idea of the thing and made half-hearted kittenish attempts to wrap his arms around Light for security. It was all awkward and shaky though, nothing like Mello’s self-assured and fluid twining about. Light still had his chin and so he directed his pale little head to an appropriate angle and then set about molesting his mouth entirely.

From Matt’s angle, it looked like something he would want to describe as plundering, assuming he hasn’t talking to Mello because Mello would make fun of him for using such a word. Plundering or not, it looked pretty fucking hot and, on reflection, no matter what word he used to describe it to Mello, the blonde would probably freak out that he hadn’t gotten a chance to see or participate in it. It looked like Near hadn’t even had a chance to catch up yet (and wouldn’t Mello love that even more?). His eyes were still open too-wide and it didn’t look like he was putting any sort of resistance to Light’s plundering/infiltrating/aggressive/dominating kiss. It didn’t even look like he knew what was going on (a rarity for Near). Light moved him about like a doll until he could reach up one hand to grab wisps of curls and yank them back. It looked like it probably hurt, but it didn’t much look like Near noticed. Light started nibbling at his neck and his eyes started drifting closed until he looked stoned. His pupils went along way in helping the image. They’d practically swallowed up the rest of his eyes until everything not covered by fluttering lashes was dark, dark, dark and damn it, suddenly directed exactly towards Matt. Of course, Near wouldn’t just check out entirely, would he?

He was hoping he’d be able to blend into his chair (he was fairly close to fusing with it anyway), that way he could just sit back and watch as Near (undoubtedly) got his brains fucked out for the first time. He’d wanted to memorize every little tiny detail (so he could gloat to Mello later). He’d wanted to sneak away in the afterglow and jack off in the bathroom and then play his X-Box upstairs. Mostly, he just hadn’t wanted Light to remember that he was in the room.

But, instead, here was Light noticing the jolt and shift in Near’s attention and immediately following his gaze until Matt was entirely within his sights. There was little smirk in the corner of Light’s mouth that meant imminent difficulty for anyone not willing to get down on his knees and worship. He probably looked terrified, because Light’s smirk grew at the very sight of him. Also, he felt terrified. It’s not like he was a virgin (like Near) or anything, but he was pretty sure that having sex to shut Mello up was nothing like having sex with Light. Also, it had been a while (what with Mello being Light’s happy little whore).

Light gently smoothed the locks around Near’s cheeks and settled him carefully on the floor. He nuzzled his ear a little, whispering some sort of deviant lullaby in his ear to keep him docile. Judging by the way his little shoulders heaved up and down, Near wouldn’t be going anywhere. One taken care of, Light advanced on the other. Unfortunately for Matt, he was the only other available. Light did like to have all his ducks in a row, all his pieces set just so.

Despite his lurking danger, Matt couldn’t help but notice that it looked like a hundred tiny fireworks had gone off across Near’s neck where tiny capillaries had burst under Light’s assault. They were all wet and shiny looking, too, from where Light’s tongue had swiped across to soothe the tightness against the soft skin. It looked like it would be a good place to lick, Matt absently thought.

Backed into a corner, Matt desperately wished for an escape button. The window opened up to cheerful rays of sunshine, the clear blue sky, and a 22 story drop to Ever After, and the door was barred by three different kinds of security locks that would take Matt at least two minutes to hack past if he could make it past Light’s intoxicating smile and demanding hands. Even then, he was pretty sure the only thing waiting for him on the other side would be equally demanding, blonde, and not about to let him escape from any sort of situation involving an orgasm.

~Part Two to follow within a reasonable framework of time (I hope).