Not From You...

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or its characters. I am not making any money from this writing. I do not own PlayStation or its game consoles or games.

Warning: This story contains Violence, Abusive Language and Rape. If these make you uncomfortable, please discontinue reading past this point. Thank you. This is also PWP and does not necessarily reflect on Canon events.

Characters: Mello x Matt (Matt is Hetero in this fiction, Mello’s Sexuality is still unknown to me, so I will assume he’s Bisexual in this fiction.)

“Not What I Expected…Not From You…”

The dingy apartment was falling apart, Matt knew this much already. There were bits of drywall on the floor, the furniture-if you can call it furniture-only just held his and his friend’s weight, but he was guessing it would not be much longer until he’d be seeing metallic coils sprouting from the fabric. The power in the apartment only seemed to work half the time and he’d learned the moment he and Mello moved in that it was wise not to trust it, limiting its use to charge the laptops, but even that was proving hard to do as is.

It was no surprise that while in the middle of playing a game of Tomb Raider on his PSP, the power suddenly cut off entirely, he glanced to see that the laptops were once again on battery power.
“Shit…” he muttered under his breath, opting to turn off the console in his hand to do the same for the laptops. He only just finished turning off the 2nd laptop when his friend stomped indoors, however, something was a little off about him this time. Matt had a spidey sense around his closest friend as he knew him better than anyone else…at least that’s what he thought. He knew Mello was under a massive amount of stress these days and thought he’d be able to mask that stress well or deal with it be another means, this time was most certainly different.

Instinctively, he backs up one step, but made noticeable to the blonde, who only looked his way, eyes cold and devoid of emotion or thought. This unnerved Matt and again, he takes a step back.
“Mells…are you alright?”
“Of course, I’m fucking peachy…” was the near monotonous reply. This was definitely not the same Mello and Matt went to back up again, only to see that he had no more space to back up, he was against the crumbling drywall. He began to sidle himself slowly, under the gaze of those emotionless blue orbs that glared at him.
“What the fuck is the matter with you today Matt?” He takes a step forward, causing the red head to freeze in place.
“I should ask you the same thing Mells…” was the dull reply, green eyes diverted from the blue.
“I’m not in the fucking mood for this right now…” Mello paused, suddenly looking extremely thoughtful. Matt shuddered involuntarily.

Those blue eyes once again locked onto Matt, this time he could see that there was something dangerous in them, something calculating and Matt just knew that he was going to be the blonde’s target for whatever he was planning. Even then…there was something not quite right with that gaze, but for the life of him, Matt could not pinpoint it. He decided to ask his friend about it.
“Mells…Where were you for the past 2 hours?”
“Side business, nothing important, but I had to be there anyway.” The answer seemed too automatic and Matt was not having any of it.
“Bullshit Mells! There’s something not right with you, I can feel it coming off you in waves. I’m not an idiot like you believe me to be. We’re both Wammy’s and they didn’t take in idiots.”
“Perhaps you were the exception then Matt…” There was no remorse in his tone or in his reaction after saying it. Something was most definitely not right here. However, Matt had no time to reflect on it, his own anger was getting the better of him.
“Exception?! What the fuck are you talking about! What about you, Mister I-Am-Going-To-Succeed-L-Or-Die-Trying? Maybe it was a good thing you left, because L would be turning in his grave to see what a fucking failure you turned out to be!” Matt suddenly caught himself, but it was already too late. Those blue orbs became lasers and they were set to kill.

With an animalistic snarl and speed that Matt was all too familiar with, Mello rushed at him, and had him lifted and slammed against the weak walls, causing very large cracks in the fragile material. Matt grunted in pain with the impact, but that was soon followed by a powerful left hook to the side of his face. It felt like his jaw dislocated and he let out another pained grunt.
“You fucking take that back you bastard!”
“It takes one to know one, you prick!” Matt countered the blonds’ assault with a right hook of his own, less powerful, but it was enough to dislodge him from the wall. He gained his footing and with a little less speed, tackled the blond backwards and onto the ground, both men grunting with the impact, Mello more so. Matt wasted to time and straddled his friend and began to deliver less powerful blows to Mello’s face. Mello was able to block most of the red head’s assault and timed the blows so that he was able to grab both arms and flip their positions.

Matt was breathing hard through his nostrils, his expression filled with contempt at his friend. He looked up as the blond reached down and whispered into his ear.
“I think it’s about time you learned who’s the boss here. I’m going to dominate you Matt.” As he spoke, Matt’s nose twitched from the breath that came from Mello, noting something different. It was one of alcohol. Mello did drink on occasion, and this seemed like a good time that he would, but he never came home after drinking, opting to go into a motel with a random shag. He also knew that Mello knew of his disliking of alcoholic substances.
“Mells…did someone spike your drink?”
“What are you talking about you idiot? I watch my beverages like a hawk. There is no reason for anyone to spike my drink. Oh wait…” He watched as his friend’s gaze once more became thoughtful.
“Heh heh…Why would I come back to this garbage dump at this time of day and reeking of alcohol? Is that what you were being a bitch about?”
“You tell me…” was the muttered reply.
“I’ll tell you why.”

Matt grunted in surprise when Mello’s left hand suddenly pressed hard into his groin. The blond leaned way down until his lips were next to Matt’s and then he whispered into his ear.
“I’m going to dominate you Matt…I’m going to dominate you whether you like it or not.” That hand began to stroke him slowly, but not softly. Matt let out another grunt then frowned.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Mells? Get the fuck off of me!” He bucked upwards, dislodging the blond from his thin frame. Matt scrambled to his feet and adopted a defensive fighters pose, green eyes glaring and face slightly flushed.
“I am not your fucking dog to dominate over!”
“Yes you are Matt…I am going to force you to submit to me. You will become my dog and when you are…I expect nothing less than 100% co-operation from you.”
“I am NOT your fucking DOG Mello! We’re friends, not master and slave you fucking man cunt!” Mello smirked and got up, a little unsteady, but not unnoticed by the red head.

Matt rushed at Mello, eyes furious and body set to retaliate against Mello’s mysterious power trip. Matt’ momentum sent both men crashing into and through the previously cracked wall, debris going with them. Matt one again straddled the blond and did his best to pin his friend.
“What are you hiding from me Mello? Why are you behaving like a fucking douche bag all of a sudden?” Mello for some reason was now indifferent to Matt’s actions, but did not stop a lazy grin from appearing on his face. Matt frowned and punched him as hard as he could across the face, hearing a grunt.
“ANSWER ME MELLO!!” Mello’s visage took a very different turn, if looks could kill, Matt would have already collapsed. Hell, he probably would have died several times before his face ever hit the floor.

Mello freed his left arm and decked Matt across the face much harder than before, effectively dazing the red head. Matt groaned in pain, trying to sort out up from down when he found himself on his back and being dragged by his legs from his friend. The steps were heavy and determined and very…unreadable at that moment. He was punched hard in the gut and if he could double over, he would have, but seeing he was already on his back, he could only curl upwards a little. Seems the upward curling was what Mello was counting on; Matt felt himself being lifted onto the rickety bed and then he heard the click of something metallic. He did not need to reflect on it long as it soon became apparent as to what it was. The blade cut through the thin material as if it was not even there; Mello then worked on cutting off the sleeves in the same manner, pausing now and then to stop the red head from struggling. Letting out a big sigh, Mello discontinued and simply leaned forward, presenting the blade to Matt’s shocked face.
“Nothing less than 100% co-operation Matt or else there will be consequences.”
“Fuck you and your goddamned consequences! OW! Motherfucker!” The tip of the blade was pushed into Matt’s shoulder, but going no deeper than what Mello intended.

Mello only waved his index finger and lightly shaking his head before removing the small blade and continuing his task of cutting loose the thin cotton shirt. Matt winced in pain from the removal of the blade and frowning when he saw blood begin to pool from the wound. When the shirt was completely off of Matt’s body, Mello made a few more incisions in the cloth before beginning the task of tearing off long strips. Matt was already doing the mental math and his eyes grew in realization that Mello was fucking serious.
“You sadistic bastard! You think you can just take me and everything will be all honky dory? You disgust me.” Matt once again tried to buck Mello off, but the springs in the bed absorbed the momentum and only made Matt involuntarily grind into Mello.

The blonds’ face was a mask of indifference, but there was still something in there that Matt could not quite pinpoint. What was Mello hiding that he would be going this low to…He did not want to extend that thought, not willing to let it happen. Matt rolled his body, putting Mello off balance enough for him to shove the blond off him once again. The blade was tossed a short distance away, moved by Mello’s momentum. The blond did not fall off all the way, one leg still draped over Matt’s upper thighs. Matt shoved that leg off him and rolled off the other side, wincing from the pain in his face, shoulder and gut from Mello’s abuse. He glared at his friend, angered, concerned and a little nervous all at once. Mello finally slid himself off the bed and reached for the blade before standing up.
“What did I tell you? Now you’re going to deal with the consequences.”

Matt’s breathing was slightly labored, but there was no way in hell he was going to let Mello dominate him. They stared each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move, bodies swaying slightly to the side. Mello faked a right charge, making Matt dodge in the same direction, but quickly saw his mistake when Mello altered his direction at the last possible moment and was tackled to the ground. Mello gave him 3 left hooks; the first hit stunned him, the second blow dazed him and the last knocked him out cold. He went boneless on the ground, and an unreadable expression affixed itself to the blonde’s face. If Matt saw it, he would translate it as regret…perhaps hurt.

An undetermined amount of time had passed, but Matt finally awoke from unconsciousness. His vision was slightly blurred and he felt dizzy and a bit queasy, but Matt could still remember what had happened before he was knocked out. It took some time, but everything eventually became clear again. He glanced at his surroundings, nothing he was still in the old bedroom. To his right, was Mello, head low, vision diverted, but no doubt he was aware that he had woken up. He looked at his own body, seeing it devoid of clothing. The stab wound had been stitched and bandaged, likely knowing leaving it untreated would leave Matt with a potentially fatal bacterial infection. He tried moving his limbs, but found it was impossible, his thin shirt had become the bindings, just as he’d predicted internally. He finally turns his gaze back to Mello, whose head was now up and whose eyes returned Matt’s gaze.

Wordlessly, Mello walks to the foot of the bed and unties his right leg, but not without looking back and giving him a glare, a warning for any retaliatory action. When the leg was free, he pulls it to the side of the bed, spreading that limb a bit before he begins to tie it to the side, securing it with a couple tight knots. Already, Matt was starting to feel the strain on his muscles, but he watched with a growing sense of dread as Mello repeated the procedure with his left leg. Soon, the red head was looking quite obscene and whorish, a sacrifice at the mercy of the Gods. He glared once more at his friend, but winced and shifted himself to alleviate the growing pain in his hips.
“Why are you doing this Mello…? Just tell me what you are hiding from. There is no need for you to be doing this. Please Mells…Just tell me…” He knew it sounded desperate and he knew that Mello knew that as well, but Matt was in a very uncomfortable situation and it was making him terrified that he was now at his friends’ mercy…or lack thereof.

He continued to watch as Mello began to untie the laces to his pants, revealing a patch of trimmed darker blond pubic hair. Matt diverts his attention, feeling more embarrassed that those same hands had undressed him. His own pubic hair was a little more natural and curled lightly and was a shade redder than his reddish-brown locks. He heard a light thud of material falling to the ground, making him gulp at knowing it was those leather pants finally falling from his friends’ equally thin frame. He closed his eyes tightly, and winced when he felt the weight shift at the foot of the bed.
“Nothing but 100% compliance…I only ask this of you…no more...” Mello’s voice was very detached and unemotional, something that Matt knew better; if anything, Mello was far from detached and more emotive than he was right now.

He risked looking at his friend, but immediately regretting it. Mello was stroking himself, an erection was forming from his hands’ attention. Matt knew where this was going the moment Mello told him his intentions, but now the reality of the situation and knowing that he was now helpless made the red head react in a way that surprised even himself. A lone tear fell down his cheek and he stifled a small sob. He was fucking crying…such a weak, pansy way to react to knowing he was going to be raped by his best friend. He looked at Mello, still wearing a mask of indifference and definitely hiding something behind that mask. Mello leaned down and cupped Matt’s cheek and placed a tender kiss there.
“I’m sorry Matt…” It was barely audible, but Matt heard it, only to let out a pained scream as Mello pushed by the ring of muscle.

It was a pain unlike Matt had ever felt before. Not only was the pain of entry agonizing, there was the position of his legs and the extreme discomfort. He clenched his lower muscles, trying to force his friend out of him, but to no avail. The pain only increased as inch by agonizing inch, Mello’s fleshy shaft buried itself into him. This was obviously causing the blonde discomfort as well, noted by the pained hissing sound, but he was determined and did not stop. Matt’s throaty cries of pain echoed throughout the small apartment, but he knew that no one would hear him as the building was practically abandoned.

Matt had a hard time trying to breath, the uncomfortable position and Mello’s girth were too much for him to take at once. He continued to clench his lower muscles, but Mello’s grip was now on his waist, anchoring himself in his position. After several more agonizing seconds, Mello was at last buried to the hilt and let himself pause, giving Matt time to adjust, something that was damn near impossible. Matt’s chest was heaving and tears were streaming down his face, his gaze diverted and contorted in his suffering. Matt knew he was crying harder from the burn of entry and the immense pressure on his hips and did not hide it from the blond, who was staring down at him, his emotional mask still on, but starting to show a crack in it.

A full minute passed by before Mello began to move, withdrawing himself a little bit before thrusting back in; the pace was slow, but no less uncomfortable for the red head. Mello withdrew himself a bit further after 4 thrusts and drove himself in harder. Matt was whimpering at this point, each thrust causing him an increasing amount of pressure that he was not at all used to. He felt the blond shift during one of his thrusts and for one second, he felt a strange pleasurable sensation, but that stopped and did not continue. During the blonds’ momentum, he thrust particularly hard, and another pained scream escaped Matt’s mouth, a sensation of being torn that was a little more intense than before shook his lithe frame. The moment was short lived and it was here Matt knew why. The skin had broken and with the much smoother momentum of Mello’s hips, he could only assume that he was bleeding. With the added lubrication of his own blood, Matt felt the piston-like motions of the blond increase in speed and pressure, causing him to gasp in pain and causing him to cry out loud with each thrust. The speed increased for several seconds before Matt saw Mello stiffen and a wave of heat was felt pooling inside if him.

Mello was breathing hard, but continued to rock his hips as he rode out his orgasm. Matt’s face was wet with tears and eyes filled with disgust, loathing and embarrassment. The blond withdrew and Matt hissed in pain; he dares to look down and saw Mello’s shaft tinted red. He simply rolls his head to the side and closes his eyes, trying to shut out this event in his life, willing himself to forget, but he knew better. He did not move when Mello freed his limbs from their position, letting them fall gracelessly to his sides. A few minutes passed where Mello stood above him, his expression one of regret and guilt. Matt did not see him when he leaned to touch his shoulder in apology, but the moment those leather clad fingers made contact with skin, he received a blow to the chest, making him stumble backwards.
“DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!!” It was an automatic response, shocking even Matt then, but he didn’t care. Mello only let his gaze widen for a moment before it relaxed and he took his things and left the bedroom, leaving Matt to at last curl in on himself to cry, his confidence and dignity shattered.

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A/N: I apologize, but this was just as hard for me to write. I knew what I was getting myself into, my muse was nagging at me to write another rape fiction and unfortunately, my dear sweet Matt was the victim. Reviews are always welcome.