'Mello, Matt and a Gun' by Aztalr and Chaosattractor
| Inspired by Chapter 21: Every Action of Our Lives |
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"I see." Mello's gun travelled down, along Matt's chest and down to his genitals. He moved quickly and his mouth was covering the redhead's. Matt couldn't tell where the gun was now. "You do this to me, Matty. Everyone else tried, but you.." He pushed him flat onto his back and forced the barrel between Matt's teeth. "Why do you do this to me?" Matt felt the panic rising, but suppressed it. Panic was a killer, they had been taught back home, it clouds the mind and reduces the likelihood of survival. He tried to keep the terror from his eyes, gazing up with a softer hue. More seductively, though no-one had taught him seduction at Wammy's. It had just never been on the curriculum. Improvising wildly, Matt opened his mouth wider, allowing full access for the gun, and he licked it. His tongue slithering over it in imitation of what he might do to Mello, if given half the chance. Above him, Mello blinked and, for an instant, the demons were gone from his gaze. For a full minute or so, Matt sucked on the gun and then it was removed. Mello was on top of him, kissing the mouth he had just threatened with deep, probing kisses. Matt's arms came around him, holding him there. "It's ok, Mello." |
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